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You can… take it, flip it and break it into sections 

but losing a loved one is always hard… 

on the wife/husband trying to make sense of the faint “it will be fine”; “be strong” whilst every functioning organist the urge to scream… “bring my lover back!” 

on the son/daughter whose cluttered mind and slow paced heart tries to bank the question for tomorrow but the damn ‘iesh keeps popping up…. “what now?” 

on the uncle/auntie who is trying to fast forward the colourful flash-backs of a restive childhood, especially in this black n white movie... “kana what year was that?” 

on the neighbour whose high ‘stop-nonsense’ suddenly seems like an unnecessary barrier between a family as the tea-set, tea-spoons, chairs fly over it… “ne 3-footer?” 

on that friend standing next to you trying to compose, clean and sing the words to bring comfort and ease the pain the foreign pain but all attempts just lead to a ….  “ hade, jo.” 

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Friend [posted a few comments under the alias saladFingers] of mine lost his dad on Wednesday.  I just wanted to say…  

Hade jo…

08h15 Friday
18, May
2007
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  1. NguJaz

    that's profound

  2. George Gladwin Matsheke

    i know how it feels to a father _ damn.
    hade jo. all i can say is that everthing happens for a reason _ it doesnt make sense now _ it will later on _

    ja ne ....

  3. sizzla_slang the kingrat

    i lost my father (yes, my very own crooked smiled, 'everyone loves bra Bani' father) about four years ago. I guess i saw his death coming for abt 5 yrs b4 it actually happened. i dunno why i'm writing this. but it always feels good to remember him. it feels like he's still shining that honestly crooked smile at me...
    it's ok if u only cry 2 yrs after he passes away... for now, if ur strong enough, saladFingers, help those around you who are not.

  4. saladFINGERS

    I took it and flippe'd it but... fuck it broke me, into million sections.

    When it is placed in your living room a million curses are vocalize'd, I've always xperience
    death 2 blocks away from me thus did'nt feel any pain. But when it strucked home, it unvailed
    another chapter sort of "surreal".

    I still feel its one of those insensitive jokes, its a dream even worst, i'll rock up home and
    find him chilling on his couch, i mean you're at a stage where theres so much you wanted to share with him, so many reasons you wanted him to be proud of his only son and behind drunkard weekends theres a better son... fuck so much, fucken so much......................................

  5. lebogang nkoane

    I'd go with that: 'so much........', that's the hardest part.

    me thinks.

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