Page 4 - Siyethemba Sibiya

I did not see the Maker grieve

because He grieves continuously with me,

with my family, and the friends that upheld this body.

This body was a clown and never ceased to miss out on

an opportunity to laugh or spread his annoyingly

contagious laugh.

This body was love packaged within a human being. This

body never failed to smile and offer welcoming

punchlines.

It was a dreamer but hardly an executor,

it longed for change but never seemed to think

it was deserving of it.

Some would say it was a fighter, but I beg to differ.

This body was a protector, a keeper, a preserver.

This body was loved.

This body was crafted in the same likeness as was I.

It mirrored my facial features and at times my actions

too.

This body was a masterpiece and gifted to us by God the

Creator.

This body was Siyethemba, my beloved son, umshana,

umalume, umzala, this body was my loving older 'twin'

brother.

- Nokukhanya Sibiya