Gertrude Fester

The mystery of my herstory

I’m yearning searching, seeking
Answers to the pieces of jigsaw puzzles of Cape Coloured history
I leap blindly, limbs flailing

grabbing some wind-swept leaves of answers

I breathe deeply…

my spirit guides my hand forward
grope, groping greedily
I toss and turn

Up, down, and
Turn around

A series of leaps

Rocks strewn and dangerous
Writing inside never stops

Searching inside never stops.

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