The Color of Life
by Yunus Mohamed
(Durban, South Africa)
Sometimes, the color of life confuses me. Sometimes my life looks black and other times red, like a deep wound caused by a scepter. Do you feel like that sometimes, about the color of life, I mean? I wonder!
I find birds to be beautiful, but they too can be violent, like a rabbit caught in the talons of an eagle. You may say every creature has to kill, to eat, to live, mmm, but I may disagree.
Yesterday, my lover called to tell me that she is having second thoughts about our relationship. I don’t know if in that precise moment I felt life to look black, or red, even though I felt a deep wound, my heart cut to ribbons. Why now? Why did she have to tell me now that I purchased such an expensive ring to bind our future together? I assure you, it’s not about the money, what is money, but that which one has to be spent.
I remember the day we first met. There was not a cloud in the sky. I took it a good omen. But my fiend Vishal said to me that it would have been better if it had rained when I met my lover, because rain is the giver of new life. I so much want this new life, rain or shine. What will I do? Should I beg her to reconsider?
My lover seems to think that I am too possessive. What is wrong with wanting to speak to her
hour after hour? What is wrong with sending my lover flowers every day? Is this not love? My lover says I am crowding her like the Punjab express; she is so ungrateful. Let me not tell you how much the flowers cost, not that I mind. What is money, but that which has to be spent? Oh, yes, she also said that I remind her of how much I paid for the flowers each time. Is this not love, letting her know that when it comes to her, money is no object? I think my lover misunderstands greatly.
Sometimes, I do look at other girls, not that I want to fall in love with them, but just because they look pretty. I say to my lover, darling, look at how beautiful that girl is, wish you were as beautiful. I did mention to her at the beginning of our relationship, that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, that I don’t mind her dark skin, that I love her smile.
Yes, the color of life, such a mystery to me,so very confusing. I know what I will do; I will buy her an even more expensive ring, and send her flowers in the morning and evening. Yes, that is what I will do. I will win my lover back, I know, I will. Please hold on, I just received a message from my lover, the message is in black and red. I wonder why? let me put on my glasses. ***