A pair of Shoes
She was nine years old wore a cotton dress, barefoot and had
her
picture taken. Her mother had bought her a pair of new
shoes,
and the shoes were so lovely she didn´t want to put them on
yet.
Her mother relented
the photography was taken the girl holding
the shoes firmly in her little hands.
She looked into the camera with intense seriousness seeing
into
a future she was not yet aware of, perhaps she was but
couldn´t not
articulate it, hence holding on to her shoes a symbol of the
losses
she would suffer.
She married a farmer
in Congo they had cattle and coconut trees.
Then came the revolution and since they had the wrong colour,
not
black not white had to flee when crazed soldiers came,
freedom
was or the masses, who took over the farm ate the milking
cows, but
neglected to till the land. She ended up in a foreign land,
but she
didn´t mind that so much her children had prospered and
survived,
but she was always thrifty never threw away a thing.
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