The Pills are the Only Proof
If a crime continues to occur regardless of the enormous evidence available then is the crime invisible or is the evidence invisible or are both visible but not seen?
I remember.
Baba said:
“Quit your job and I will start a business for you.”
“I was at work, woman, I am tired. Be rational.”
“I am not going out with you wearing those rags.”
“Always on the phone but it’s never about money. Should we get you a job as a telephone operator?”
“I see your daughter has decided to become a prostitute now.”
“I tested negative.”
“Why do you always cry when I have done nothing to you?”
“Your whole family is retarded.”
“I keep helping your family, I never complain.”
“You are good for nothing.”
“Why would you give your school things to your mother? What does she know?”
“You look so old.”
“Why weren’t you more welcoming?”
“I never have peace in this house.”
“I didn’t beat her, she fell.”
“I didn’t beat her, she fell.”
“How are other men so lucky with finding good wives?”
“It was one-time thing; she meant nothing. It won’t happen again.”
“It was one-time thing; she meant nothing. It won’t happen again.”
“It was one-time thing; she meant nothing. It won’t happen again.”
“It was one-time thing; she meant nothing. It won’t happen again.”
“It was one-time thing; she meant nothing. It won’t happen again.”
“I tested negative.”…
If every moment contains the possibility of being alive and being dead, then could an acute awareness of every moment also create an acute consciousness of living and dying?
“It’s been a while Alpha, you look healthy. How is your mother?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her.”
“Is this what she told you to say? Speak up boy.”
“I don’t know.”
“Everyone back home is shocked about why she would run away; all I have ever done is love your mother.”
“Baba stop!”
“Don’t take that tone with me, I still pay for all of this. You seem to forget.”
“She is sick now…you made her sick. Mama is dying. How could you?”
“Crying like your mother again. I swear it’s like I had all daughters.”
“She is safe. She is not going back Baba, we won’t let her go back.”
“Be careful boy, remember who I am. Remember you all would have been and will be nothing without me.”
“Baba!”
“Your mother is a laughing stock; tell me one bad thing I have ever done to her.”
“Get out!”
If we could separate every glance from the next, then could we separate our perception of what each consecutive glance is seeing?
“Mama, what did you want to be when you grew up?”
“I wanted to be free, Alpha. To be free.”
Italic text sourced from Amar Kanwar's exhibition The Sovereign Forest, courtesy of Ishara art foundation.
Photo by Dalvin Mwamakula