Reeza, Oh Reeza! ! ! Poem by Tito Ezra Zantsi

I wonder what would you be doing right now.
Where would you be in life?
If that night would have just passed alone and not with you.
If that sword had mercy on you and not slice your heart into two.
If death had compassion and victimized you not.
Oh I wonder, what would you be doing right now.

I still remember the days and fun times we had together with you.
The jokes you told just to comfort us when we were hurt and afraid.
The fights you fought for me when I was young, weak and couldn't fight for myself.
The smile that you brought to mama's heart when you had your first job.
The times you brought us food, goodies and took our father's responsibility at such a young age.
Man, I really can't imagine the pain that mama have to live with for the rest of her life.

You've proved to be a man before you were crowned with a crown of man-hood.
You never let your family down while you had strength to uplift it.
But Reeza, why do we have to forget you and let life go on without knowing what happened to you?
Without trying to go back and re-investigate the events before and after your departure.
To re-collect every piece of information that might help us extract reality out of that dark night.

Why did we have to bury you with your murderer's contact details?
Is it because you wanted it to be like that, or you didn't have an opportunity to do so?
And we are just ignorant and selfish, claiming it to be better not knowing just for peace sake.
But tell me, what kind of peace will we gain while we don't know who murdered you and why?
We are hypocrites for letting this go so easy like nothing had happened; this proves we loved you not.

I don't understand this type of peace that substitutes the truth.
How can a son give birth to his father and a father become a son to his son?
For the only peace that I know comes by freedom and freedom comes by the truth.
It is not peace that will bring forth freedom but the truth will always set free.
I am not surprised by my sleepless nights, thinking about what happened that night.

Just can't stop grinding my teeth when I think of that sad and cold morning.
Waking up from a hard knock on the door with a cry of a young lady who loved you so very much.
Itjooooo! Itjooooo! Vulan' nozala, vula Tito. USiyanda ubhubhile.
What a shock. I couldn't believe what she said so I went out wearing only a T-shirt and underwear.
I couldn't hold my tears when I saw your body lying there with a hole in the left side of the chest.
An open three-star in your left hand like you were fighting with a guy who stabbed you; murdered you.

This makes no sense, because you are right handed, why would you fight with a disadvantageous hand?
Why would you use the same injured left hand side to fight the life-threatening battle?
Reeza, anyone could have tell that you didn't die in the spot we found you in, somebody put you there.
There was no much blood in the spot and no blood drops in the ground to prove you walked there.
Why would a stranger dare to put you in that spot, close to our house so that your family can find you?
Reeza, you dead, gone and not able to answer these questions but I know someone who might.