So today I saw him again. Looked at me in exactly the same way that he looked at me before I went to bed last night. He kept muttering under his breath, “Why don’t you love me?” “Why won’t you let me heal you?” “If I don’t heal you, you will wither and die! I want you to choose to live! I want you to choose to be with me. No matter how you look at it, at the end of the day I am all you’ve got. So I reached into the mirror and his hand touched mine. For a minute, I could see into his soul… and then he vanished again.

-Frank Malaba

Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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