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TITLE: Witch without wisdom | Previous Challenge Entry
By Zuanne Joubert
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She always came home, like the waves quietly come to shore, and everytime, she left like a hurricane. She knows no quietness in her heart. Emotionally stuck, turning 23 she has not passed the immaturity of a 16 year old. Drugs and alcohol swallowed her teen years. Always looking for someone to blame for her current lack and unhappiness, she has become a finger pointing Witch without wisdom, a foolish woman, always in defense.
Every night at the commencement of darkness, she’d be sure to get in a taxi, dressed in black to earn the money that has become so necessary to her happiness. Gold her only hope. Explaining to her that the sins of one generation are passed on to the next by parental example, and that her 2 little girls are at risk to turn out just like her, she’d blame me with indignation of cursing her life. Sow trouble, reap the same. She did not want to understand that. In the blackness of a barren night another child was conceived. Impossible and futile this new beginning, the unfortunateness, her misfortune. The lover claimed he can not be the father. Not blameless she shut her mouth. Indeed - it could be the seed of any. She despised the life within her and did not want to accept adversity.
Her iniquity, a pathless wilderness. A man full of talk, spoke of wickedness, evil sweet in his mouth, comforting her with empty words. He is an adulterer, a forger of lies, his promises can come to nothing, nothing! He disguises his face, waits for twilight, his breath offensive as he speaks his rotten mind. Her empty spirit drank in his poison. Yet, he was as much the prey as she was. Crumbling foundations in the dust, they are building ruins for themselves. Sudden fear troubled me. Should I hold my tongue? Would God not punish me, for allowing her to kill her unborn child, should I then not rebuke her? Children should be given life to, allowed to live and dance and sing to the music, rejoice to the Glory of God, not be slain like sheep.
Sparks fly, bitter things said. A thunderbolt and she’s gone - again. What have I done? Lift up my face to God, my only hope. Dear Lord, let Your will be done, in my life and hers, more I can not ask for.
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