Why me, why does this happen to you, my child?
I bore you fit, strong and bouncing.
I took care of you without any problems
I took care of you and never one day did you get sick.
You never got sick to this extent of being bedridden.
Where did this sickness come from?
The doctors have tried to manage your condition
But rather it grows worse when they think you're recovering.
Why has Thou Art forsaken me?
With you my child, all my hopes I had.
Success was written all over you my child,
But today you lie down with little or no hope when this sickness attacks you.
What kind of disease, malady, and the ailment is this?
I have now become a sorrowful mother.
The joys of motherhood are departing from me every single day.
My daughter I don't know what to call this.
You've always been my little girl.
I pray for you daily,
For the Lord to vindicate you from your adversaries.
They say a man does not cry,
But your condition has made me weep, weep like a little boy.
It has made me wonder if God is asleep or awake.
I only know that He's alive the little time your condition gives you breath.
I am your Father, I cry for you and your mother who lament every day.
Did you step on a forbidden land?
Did someone bewitch you to get me to be miserable?
Well, congratulations to them, they have won.
Congratulations my enemies, I am down because of you.
You have rendered my daughter useless.
Made her incapacitated.
A little bit of cold, she's down.
Too much heat, she's down.
What have I done to deserve this?
Mama I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.
Papa I am sorry, I didn't mean weaken you.
I don't know what has incapacitated me.
Every bone in me is in pains.
I alone fail to explain my condition because it overpowers me.
I try not cry but the pain I feel make me cry out loud.
I try to hide the pain but sometimes the pain shows itself to you.
Mama don't cry, the Lord will perfect it all.
Father don't weep, the Lord is alive
He heals all diseases.
I thank you Ma and Pa, you've been with me.
Your strength and prayers are the ones that keep me alive.
Your smiles, gives me strength to fight for survival.
I'll testify. It might not be today, but tomorrow I will testify.
By Hazel Tariro Mwandiambira - htariro07@gmail.com
