Life Is Not the Dance Floor

-And certainly, God is not the DJBy Skeelo Khumalo

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I am staying with a relative stranger. I mattered. even colleagues I used to socialize with. I loved and was loved in return. my good fortune is long gone now. There was a time when I led a friends. Sleeping was either a welcome escape from reality. But sadly. Then there was thinking. drink and more. Yet here I am. became mundane. Monotonous. but no amount of aspirin would relieve the constant pain. at least to some people.NOT GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT I wasn’t sure what day it was any longer. The problem is that my life changed. My daily routine became a matter of instinctive survival . no relatives. I had a family. They all walked away. Perhaps I should be thankful. Notation to self: list heaven first. One occupation I couldn’t escape. Trapped inside an unrelenting world of two realities. lots of friends. I was sitting at the window of my small bedroom. It seems appropriate. rich life. saving hell for later. an elderly woman who had pitied me and taken me in. living in an unfamiliar apartment. no family. including the usual responsibilities and obligations that seem to go hand in hand with all these blessings. Why should I? Every day was the same as the next. hell second. considering that this is the order of my life now. I hadn’t even known her before. Eating was as monotonous as any other physical function. a home and all the typical luxuries to enjoy. There was no compromise. Eat. at least an elderly stranger picked me up. heaven and hell. no less. nor did I care. propped up with pillows. as there was no door out. listening to the rasping noise of my radio in the confined space -1Life Is Not The Dance-Floor – Skeelo Khumalo . or a vivid nightmare filled with large doses of my hellish reality. Bear with me and allow me to describe heaven first. They all ran together like a never-ending throbbing headache. Now I am on my own .

my son. and I snatched up my camera to take a picture. I remembered watching him running up ahead. "My son. We had been best friends. Outside I could see people walking their dogs. Billy was my best subject. Sometimes just being around her made me feel as though I was going to be all right. I wished I could be out there. She was an amazing cook. I knew that her heart wasn’t wrinkled but soft and kind. -2- Not gentle into that good night – Skeelo Khumalo . children playing. He gave a shriek when he saw the cannon behind one of the walls. "No thanks. and I had taken him out for the day. A light scratch came at my door. I wondered what she was making. like a doll. walking. do you want something to eat?" I turned my head slowly to the side. and that it had the ability to heal the wounds to mine. bustling around the kitchen. who I decided to call my grandmother. banging pots and clattering cutlery.of my bedroom. It was quite strange after being in hospital for almost eight months. It was too bad I could not eat much these days. and he had been so excited to be with the two people he loved most in the world. with a shock of white hair and a wrinkled face. There were couples wrestling on the grass carpet. feeling strong and healthy. But apart from her outer appearance. My guardian angel came into the room. Angela." I replied. trying to see my grandmother. taken when he was two years old. The door was just out of my line of sight and I was too weak to move much. I could hear the old lady. stopping to stare out at the open field in the middle of the fort. My wife. She was tiny. My gaze dropped to the photograph propped up against the window. At times it was too much for me to try to accept the fact that this was I had become. It was one of my favourite photos of Billy. He always knew when to give me the right shot.

I used to do that a lot when I was healthy. I forgot to tell you. "Gogo?" She paused on her way out. I’m sure she’ll be so happy to meet you. or just run around and chase each other." She pressed her lips together." We didn't say anything for a moment. I could feel myself relaxing. "My boy.She leaned over me and checked my air hose. she’s a nurse." The old woman came back and kissed me again. you need to eat something. We would sometimes take a ball to the park and play. -3- Life Is Not The Dance-Floor – Skeelo Khumalo .” I looked up at her. "My daughter is coming with her husband and their twin sons today. He was a fun kid. Gogo. picking up sticks or counting the cars driving past. That's the only reaction I saw before she put her arms around me and gently hugged me against her. I was not sure if it was the intravenous painkillers that were being fed into my bloodstream. "You’ll be fine… you’ll be just fine. "Don’t worry my son. or maybe it was because I was going to meet my grandma’s family. It was still very hard for me to admit that my life depended on a stranger. "I’m tired. then she leaned over and kissed my forehead. I blinked and stared outside." she added. I nodded. but nevertheless it was a fact that could not be denied. Oh. You’ll be in good hands. My daughter is an angel. I have already told them. what wrong?" "Are they going to be okay with the fact that I am staying with you?" I could feel my heart beating a little faster. The doctor said you have to eat so that you can be strong. "Yes dear. Billy and I used to walk around the neighborhood. watching people walk by. then she left my room.

But we eventually got going. not at all like the picture I had of her in my mind. and she steered me slowly into the kitchen. which took longer than I had expected. Grandma looked as though she'd been crying. She reminded me of Angela. but no words came. and even though I had lost quite a lot of weight in recent months. I am tall and well built. and a pang of grief tore through my body. "Are you all right. The additional load of all the various pieces of equipment necessary to keep me alive. grandma’s daughter. When she finally came into my room. leaning down to look me in the eyes. He looked fit and healthy. Julia was beautiful. Julia’s mouth opened and closed. without any hint of grey . -4- Not gentle into that good night – Skeelo Khumalo .unlike me. They both looked up at me. announcing the arrival of grandma’s family. made it even more of a struggle for her. I was still heavy. my adorable wife. I could see that something wasn’t right. She finally forced a smile. I nodded. and her husband Dave were sitting at the kitchen table.The doorbell tinged faintly. I waited patiently for her to come and fetch me. but only Dave spoke. “How are you doing. I don’t know if you want to see them?" she asked. but she tried to smile at me while unlocking the wheels on my wheelchair. Julia sipping water while Dave busily flipped through a newspaper.” Not sure of what else to say he got up to shake my limp hand. The memory was so painful that tears came into my eyes. like the oxygen machine and heart monitor. then returned to his chair. I knew that I had aged. even though he was in his forties his hair was still black. Julia Chula. my son? They’re here. aware of how she battled to push my wheelchair. my man. I suppose it would have been difficult even for someone of average height and weight. I hope you’re getting better every day. almost regal. jerking me from the past.

She crouched down in front of me." she said brightly. then leaned back to look at me. I tried to hug her but I felt so limp and weak. it was already happening. staring into my face. She didn't need to hear my question. his sweet personality. She gave me a hug then she went out and closed the door. We never had to scold or punish him for anything. I looked up at grandma with pleading in my eyes. but her face contradicted her actions. because he was such a good child. my hair was turning grey and thinning. My skin was pale and rough. I had a sudden image of what my funeral would be like. It made me to think of Billy. and Julia raised voice. but I was aware of the falseness in her voice. telling them to be quiet. I wondered what she saw. She said something about my being overtired and wheeled me back to my room. like a piece of cold spaghetti. which was probably why the old lady had been crying. Probably a man who looked old."How are you?" Her voice was cool. "You look fine!" she remarked brightly. my throat closed. so sorry… but things will be fine very soon. "I'm sorry. It wasn’t necessary. I suddenly realised that Julia was not at all happy about the fact that I was living with her mother. She came over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. -5- Life Is Not The Dance-Floor – Skeelo Khumalo . Maybe she already told her mother. But Julia was good at pretending: she was trying her best to act as though everything was fine. nor did his mom. I could hear the couple’s children screaming in the other room. Perhaps she didn’t want her husband to know how she really felt. Not the kind of guy you’d want to hug and kiss. I never had to yell at my son. whose old self had died.

He's an alcoholic. and had fought so bravely. he never complained. but again I clearly heard Julia’s angry reply. He murdered his family!" So that was it. Even when he got sick. I reached out and picked up the picture of Billy. but I could not cry anymore. That was my fault. I listened for more angry words. and I wanted to get home. My eyes were smarting with unshed tears. I wondered why Julia still hated me. Running my fingers over the glass. All I knew was that it was late.Always smiling. but Angela didn’t even make it as far as the hospital. always cheerful. I remembered how frail he was that last week in the hospital. wondering where Dave was. Grandma was saying something I couldn’t hear. I didn’t think then that I’d had too much to drink. if there was any. And too late to mourn the fact that my life was also coming to an end. almost dropping it as I tried to lift it onto my lap. -6- Not gentle into that good night – Skeelo Khumalo . But I hadn’t. I was lost in thought when I heard Julia shouting at her mother. around the smiling figure of my little boy. I would never have broken the golden rule of not drinking and driving. Her hatred made me hate myself even more. My wife and I had also been in the car. I couldn't hear her words. He was only five. The time I had left wasn’t going to be spent on tears. and now it was too late for regret. He had been seriously injured in the car accident. Mom. "I don't care. If I had known how everything would turn out. We were on our way home after a party. "I can't believe you are taking care of him after what he did!" Her mother murmured something. It was the only time I had left to think about the next life. but I heard Julia’s loud response. but his injuries finally got the better of him.

He killed his wife and son. I felt dizzy. my ears felt odd."I don't care. Are you?" I didn't expect an answer: I could see the expression in her eyes. A soft kiss on my head. -7- Life Is Not The Dance-Floor – Skeelo Khumalo . she tucked the blanket up under my arms. Mom. I looked out the window. “Are you okay?" she asked softly. for having a serial killer in one of your bedrooms? Even if I turned out to be one of the biggest angels in the heaven. We'd eat at the coffee table. Grandmother came into my bedroom again and stood in front of me. She left the room quietly and a few minutes later I heard the dinner preparations. and she was gone. his own flesh and blood. I had no intention of joining them at the table . if you’re not insane. I watched what was going on outside. The old lady came into my room and closed the door. I really can’t believe that you feel sorry for him. Tired. The noises seemed to be coming from far away. I wouldn’t let a monster stay in my home. but we loved it. I remembered all the meals Angela. I could feel myself sinking. "Do you want to eat with us?" I shook my head. "I think I'm going to sleep. Why can't you try to have some pity or understanding for a change?" A few seconds passed without any answer from Julia. Do you know… I think you’re brave. just the three of us cuddled up on the couch. Not even in my dog’s kennel. There weren’t many people around now. drifting towards sleep. Instead. Just moving from one spot to another in bed was exhausting. Billy and I had shared. "He doesn't have much time left. "I suppose so. It was very casual. Julia. it was close to suppertime. How I missed that. and certainly not even in a hospital ward as long as I’m working there!" I could hear my grandmother now. could you help me get into bed?" After doing what had to be done.I wasn’t hungry anyway.

I was still alone in my bedroom when I suddenly felt a hand on my head. not moving. it was my last night in the hospital. I looked up to see grandmother standing next to me. I saw my son. bleeding from his wounds. Or should I say. It was mine. he gave me the folded newspaper and left me alone.” I heard her say. car. they had all vanished into thin air. I almost collapsed when I saw the photograph of the house that had burned down. After telling him that I wasn’t. house and furniture. no matter how hard I tried. but I didn’t. I had nothing left: my family. I saw my Angela.I closed my eyes but couldn’t shut out the scenes of the accident that started running through my head. She had not told me that we were supposed to be going somewhere. He was holding a newspaper. What else did I have left? Only pain and thoughts I couldn’t escape from. Doctor Simon told me I was going to be discharged the following day because my medical aid could not provide any more cover. But it was too late to tell myself that if I hadn’t been drunk. or live for. smiling that crooked little smile I loved so much. I was surprised because I had not heard her coming in. I wanted to ask her where we were going. The scene changed. and asked me whether our home had been insured. Billy. the fire had been caused by a heater that had not been switched off. According to the article. I wondered why he wanted to know. it’s our time to go now. I just stared at her. it had been ours. There was nothing really left to do. and I spent my time thinking endlessly about the events that had led me there. like a video. -8- Not gentle into that good night – Skeelo Khumalo . When they covered her with a sheet I knew that it was too late for her. lying on the side of the road. “My dear son. That was when my life turned into a living hell. medical aid. then all this wouldn’t have happened.

smiling. Just know you are loved. I could not believe that I was standing on my own. I felt warm and safe for the first time after a long time. They both seemed so… serene was the only word I could think of. Please forgive me for everything. I know that you and Billy are dead. No… this must be a dream. “Don't be afraid.” She stopped in front of me.” I looked from her back to my son. The lights were so bright that I was blinded. I turned around and saw Billy and Angela standing at the door. son?” I looked back at the window.” Angela walked towards me. -9- Life Is Not The Dance-Floor – Skeelo Khumalo . I was so shocked and trembled so much that I fell back onto the bed. An old lady offered her hand to me.” All my pain had gone. It's time to go. She wrapped her arms around me. darling. “Go where?” “I’m taking you to our new home. I could no longer see the streets. “Can we go now. turning back to the door. “I’m dreaming. but at the same time I was scared. and I noticed that we were almost the same height. and you’ll be staying with us. that's all. I won’t drink alcohol again. her brown eyes wide and clear. “I'm so sorry Angela.” she said. I suddenly realized that I was dying.” “You don't need to ask for forgiveness now.She helped me out of my bed. Your wife and your son are waiting for us. “Don't be frightened.

I wish to be the treasure that makes you fly. I wish to be the mattress that softens your bed. I wish to be the moonlight in your sweet dreams. I wish to be joy and keep you away from frowns. I wish to be the pillow that cushions your head. I wish to be the smile that saves your beauty. I wish to be the wonder that shines within. I wish to be the flame that ignites your fire. I wish to be your dreams come true. I wish to be the heartbeat that keeps you alive. I wish to be the beacon that safeguards your way. THE POEM IN YOUR HEART I wish to be the sunshine that brightens your day. Even though all my pain had gone. I wish to be the poem in your heart. I wish to be the fulfillment to lift you up to destiny. I wish to be your arms to hand everything you need. I wish to be your hero to protect you day and night. I wish to be darling and keep you happier forever. I wish to be the love that will always remain. I wish to be the passion that melts you dear. I wish to be the portion that makes you whole. I wish to be everything you need. I was not yet ready to go gentle into that good night. I wish to be the tissue that dries your tears. I wish to be your world and let you own me. I wish to be the voice that talks on your behalf.I didn’t want to go. I wish to be the touch that strokes your desire. want and desire. I wish to be your mind so you can think no problems. I wish to be your blood that strengthens your muscles. . I wish to be the nourishment you need to survive. I wish to be the loyalty that sets you apart. I wish to be the lips that caress your skin. I wish to be the veins singing in streams on your body. I wish to be your goals so you can achieve all.

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