I Am Not Done Yet

I am not done yet until all of you speak the truth, I am not done yet until I obtain justice for my brutal youth, you kick me around like ball and blame me for every brawl, you set up your henchmen to kill me to obtain a blood-stained victory. Victory over who and for what, I can’t stop thinking about that, I still don’t know what it is all about and this illusion makes me want to shout. I don’t know how to fight back or defend myself so I always remain passive to the very end. I came here on a short visit and was supposed to leave in a jiffy but three weeks multiplied into four painful years, and the pains absorb into shame, I couldn’t feel it because my body was immune to it but I could sense it from the way the people looked at me, they mock and jeer me and make up all sorts of stories about me, they started calling me “mad gal”, than change to Man of God and when they found out that I was neither of the two, I was just a woman walking around with shoe. The casual wear I came with had worn out and my thread bare shirt made music in the town and I became the janitor and the leading writer. I worked twenty-four hours around the clock cleaning the yard, the street side and big house on top. An old woman up in age lives up there but has nothing good to share; she never says thanks but is always complaining about something or cursing me for cleaning. I don’t live up there but I always clean there because my heart is not mean. One evening the cleaner went to clean and garbage was all over the place and the old woman was “pooping on the ground”. The cleaner asked her to go inside so that she could clean up the mess but the old woman and the little girl on the balcony refused to move. The cleaner closed the door and old woman propped it opened and sat in front of it. She left the balcony and cleans the other parts. And when she finished cleaning, they cleared the balcony. The cleaner went back and finished cleaning the balcony. The cleaner did not open the door, the doors were already opened and it was the old woman that propped it open again looking for more. I am not done yet I have more to tell, shortly after the pastor man came on the scene and start to meddle, the cleaner had nothing to say to him but looked at him and walked away. Some people needed something and every step of the way they fight for nothing. One day the cleaner was using her laptop downstairs at the side and a man came and drag the extension cord, the cleaner was thrown to the ground kick in her back, beaten in the head and her ten finger was held to the ground and the attacker broke one, while the pastor and his wife stood and watched the beating; the pastor wife lock the church door and ran away and the pastor watched beating but did not intervened. I am not done yet. The cleaner was attacked several times on the property and the pastor man stood there watching and did nothing to help. He even set up the woman in the church to treat the cleaner like dirt and use everyone that they can find to defend a terrible lie. It is called supervise beating and attacks, the same strategy use in gang activities. You have been trying to build a case against me to get me out of the way and you have set up family members to hurt me but the great Gods of the universe have been protecting me. Stones came hurling at me several times from across the street and tone is always similar, “You will die tonight.” You keep running around the town looking for power in long sleeve white shirt and gown. You don’t know how to fix the shower, broken pipes and offer help to someone with no beds or place to lay my tired head. I throw the mantle on the ground until it burn sending billows of smokes parachuting in the sky and I said to myself it is not time for me to die and so I continued my journey. You have been reporting something on sky news that is not true so please correct the record for I am not done yet. They use AI to clone my voice to make it sound like the bad man on the screen, they even adjust my face make me look fatter. I am not done yet. I am not done yet and all of you must start to fret, I am not done yet until my body is purged of this anticipate death, you send out your henchmen on a death mission to cast me into the nut I will not tarry for you to see this atrocities, morning has come and gone and the sun has burnt up the law and the earth opens it mouth and yawn. I am not done yet.