THE VIOLATION OF MITCHELL RYAN: EXCERPT

THE VIOLATION OF MITCHELL RYAN:
BY JULIUS SAI MUTYAMBIZI-DEWA

She wept again, staring at the men who were supposed to help her. They too stared at her, and stared at one another as if they were cross-referencing. Her face was sullen, a sadness bulging as the grieving and sobbing ruptured with an energy that seemed to be sourced from an uncapped reservoir. The more they tried to comfort her, the more she wept and the clearly fragile modern British walls surrendered the cutlery that sat on the desks so that each time she wept, they shook with a cluttering noise just as if it was a tremor moment seizing the entire room.
The police station resembled nothing but a cemetery as four uniformed police officers looked pathetic and helpless in the face of a continuously weeping woman they could not even comfort. She kept on pointing at her legs, clearly indicative in a confusing narrative that was disturbingly backed by a sobbing interlude. She was clearly not sorry for her own state but was protesting to the on-looking officers of Her Majesty’s peace who seemed both helpless and uncaring, depending on which angle one came from.
They seemed detached from the woman who was clad in a revealing mini-skirt which left her crimson thighs exposed......and even her red thong was exposed or it was not even there because it seemed to tell of departing seams and tethering. “Yes I walk the night, yeah I am not perfect but when I haven’t agreed why should I be taken by force?” she would say every time she managed to defeat the urge to sob. “Calm down, just do, you have had one too many. We are here to help but you don’t know what you are talking about” the tall, authoritative police officer among the four would say. He seemed to be leading the team, giving orders. “I know what I am saying you can’t calm me down. The man I showed you is the one who lay with me, I am not stupid.....” Her heavy accent told of a northern upbringing and she had the big frame, cut to perfection....that size which is flawless, a unique posture that caught the eye with the perfection of the sound of a thoroughly-practised opera to the ear. She had a posture pleasing to the eye; beauty, tallness, good pedicure, excellent manicure...all packed, arranged and exhibited in a revealing manner for the good of the eye. There was a Viking presence in her phenotype and as she protested continuously and unstoppable there seemed to be a Viking inherence in her genotype too! “Calm down, we will get you a good lawyer if you want one. You have had one too many, the man you are referring to is a respectable man he is our Superintendent and could not have done that......”
And she stared at him and wept even louder and more violently..............
THE VIOLATION OF MITCHELL RYAN!!!

JUST WHEN: SAI DEWA

JUST WHEN...... SAI DEWA

God forbid the wish that you have
Evil breeds an evil child,
Wish I could rear her in another place
Wish I could bear her another name
Praying it stays the same
As you know I always try my best

Just when I thought I was sinking.............
Up came my salvation........................
Bags of wonders all for me
All come and see my resurrection
It’s another miracle happening...........
And you won’t believe you are part of it.

For all I know I can’t stay down
As you know I am not the straying type
Yes they can keep me low
But it’s just for a short time
There is a gap that I can see
It’s just as open as a sea
I know a way to swim away

Just when I thought I was sinking.............
Up came my salvation........................
Bags of wonders all for me
All come, see my resurrection
Another miracle happening...........
And you won’t believe you are part of it.

Just the way you think
You start to shape your own mind
Making up ideology
Coming up with a philosophy
Not in vain, oh not again
I have banked my time, oh not in vain
Can’t put a strain oh not again

Just when I thought I was sinking.............
Up came my salvation........................
Bags of wonders all for me
All come see my resurrection
Another miracle happening...........
And you won’t believe you are part of it.

I AM IN TRIUMPH: PREACHING TO PRIESTS

I am in Triumph

I am in triumph
When, as a man,
I allow myself to be criticised
By the one I call my wife
And acknowledge not only
She isn’t my child
That she is an equal partner!

I am in triumph…
When, as a church priest,
I forget my pristine greatness
And acknowledge publicly
That I, too, am human
And
Not only have I sinned
I am a great sinner!

I am in triumph…
When, as a passenger of a capsizing boat,
I can say loud and clear
That it is the driver’s fault
And with me knowing that just
A word of praise could ensure
My safe return to the shore!

I am in triumph…
When, as an African leader,
Holding all propaganda tools in my hands
And with all the backing in the World
I can still count my shortcomings AND OWN THEM!

I am in triumph…
When, as an European,
Revisiting my arrogant past
I own up to the majority of the errors of history
And bravely acknowledge that part of the underdevelopment and poverty in Africa
As my conscious creation

I am in triumph…
When, as an Arab,
Tied to religious conviction
I can still be steadfast in my proclamation
Of the existence of Israel as a nation
And Jews as a people!

I am in triumph…
When, as a Jew,
Remembering Holocaust
And fully aware of a hostile environment
I can still allow the hoisting of a Palestine flag
Next door to my home

I am in triumph…
When, as a German,
Remembering vividly my blameworthy ancestry
Responsible for the persecution of Jews
I try to avoid xenophobia
As a trait of a past not worth reliving!

I am in triumph…
When I stand for the peaceful
Coexistence of Israel and Palestine
The return to normalcy of Africa
The opposition and plain non-tolerance of terrorism
I am in triumph!

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