The Journals Of He : The Beginning

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A JOURNALS TRILOGY NOVEL

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THE JOURNALS OF HE : THE BEGINNING

SERIES : The Journals Trilogy #1
AUTHOR : J.D. Kizza
GENRE : Romantic Erotic Fiction
COVER DESIGN : Beyond The Vale Publishing
RELEASE DATE : 31 May 2021

During a college tour in the city, a freak accident in a campus library leads to a chance encounter between Dilia and a handsome stranger.
High on painkillers and with no way of reaching him, Diliaโ€™s chances of reconnecting with the man are dashedโ€ฆ until two years later, when fate takes her back to the place where they first met.
From a quiet little town in the Northwest Province, Dilia is thrust into the colour and noise of suburban Johannesburg, where she learns to cope with the demands of independent life.
A self-professed introvert, she realizes that she must open herself up to the adventure of new people and experiences, in order to survive the challenges of nursing school.
But then, inadvertently, Dilia finds her sheltered existence rocked by her own intense curiosity and twisted desiresโ€ฆ
Desires which lead her to the mysterious secrets of โ€“ Himโ€ฆ

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I see fire

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Somethingโ€™s burning
In the night.
This is the first thing
That comes to my mind,
And then I remember
That itโ€™s winter
And that itโ€™s dark outside,
And someone needs a little
Warmth and a little light.
And then I feel
A little bad
For the mini-panic attack
That I had,
Recalling another
Time in my past,
Where I smelt
A fire burning last โ€“

home

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Happy Baby Breaths.
Those are the sounds
That I miss the most.
That strong baby grip,
The way they
Hold on to you
And refuse to
Let you go.
The softness of
Their skin,
The way they croon
When they want
To make their
Presence known.
The moment when
Itโ€™s okay for
Them to go โ€“
Thatโ€™s what I miss โ€“
That feeling of
Realizing that
I helped them
Get better
And itโ€™s time
For them to
Finally go
Homeโ€ฆ

Sistership

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What I love about my
Best friend is,
Iโ€™mma talk some shit
And she gon be like,
โ€œHell yeah, bitch!โ€
I will wonder
Out loud what
A donkey
Thinks
When it looks at me,
And weโ€™ll have a
Whole
Logical
Conversation about it.
She wonโ€™t tell me
That Iโ€™m being weird,
Wonโ€™t ask me
Who would dare to be
My friend
Without her here,
She would simply
Shift her mind into
This weird gear,
And before you know it
We would laugh ourselves
To tears โ€“

What I love about
My best friend is,
We could still recognize each
Other on a
Crowded street
Even though we
Havenโ€™t hung out
In years.
We could go radio silent,
And then pick up
Where we left off
Without doubt or fear
That perhaps one had
Forgotten the other,
Because God knew
Weโ€™d be family
Forever.
The thing about my
Best friend is โ€“
That she is one
Part of me,
And therefore
My sister –

Decompress

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I just wanna disappear
Into my own Ether.
And not give a single damn
If anyone wonders
What I do here.
I just wanna
Feel safe in my own space,
Free to create
Without fear
That what I say
May come off as unclear.
I just wanna sleep the whole night
And wake up rested.
Have my mind
Switch off, every day
When the sun sets.
I just wanna
Breathe deep without worrying
What I could be taking in
Just by existing โ€“
I just want the truth of peace
And not what society
Says that it should be
But what it was originally.
I just want my Heart to beat
Calm and steady,
Regular
Beyond the dictatorship of my anxiety.
I just wanna
Be still in silence and
Heal from my wounds,
Move at my own pace
And live by my own rules โ€“
I just wanna be okay
With not being okay โ€“
I just need space.
I just need a break.

You Used To Dance

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I think of you.
I think of us.
I remember
Us in a picture –
The very last one
I have –
The only one where
Your smile was featured.
It’s the very last
One of you
Where you stood
Proud
In your truth.
The one where
None of us mattered.
The last time
I saw you dance.
I used to hope and
I –
I used to wonder –
I used to Pray,
That one day
Maybe you’d return
To yourself
And dance
When the music played.
But now I see that
This is
Bigger than that.
I feel this
Is more than what
Of the Lord,
I’d asked.
I learnt
That what we had
Had long since decayed,
Fractured
Down the center –
I learnt
That you were now
Gone from me.
A ghost
Of someone
I knew as my sister –

Rhythm

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Have you ever watched
The Handmaidโ€™s Tale?
That episode where
June stays in the hospital
With her walking mate
Until her dying day?
Listening to the machines
Beeping and vent working away?
Finding rhythm
In the repetition
To keep herself sane?
She asks you right
At the start of it
If you can hear it,
And when you draw a blank
Thatโ€™s when she starts to
Sing it โ€“
โ€œOoh, baby, do you know
What thatโ€™s worth?
Ooh, Heaven
Is a place on Earth.โ€
And then
Thatโ€™s when it starts
To make sense
And you find yourself
Singing
When the beeping
Starts again โ€“
It happened.
In the dim light
Of my last night โ€“
It happened.
Me listening
To the beep-pause-beep โ€“
It happened.
And I had to find away
To stay sane โ€“
And it happened.
When the beeping started
I sang away.
The high pitch
Turned to clapping
With my pen tapping
And my fingers snapping
And the words starting
With โ€“
โ€œWE. WILL. WE. WILL. ROCK YOU!โ€
As Iโ€™m watching baby
For seizure activity
Itโ€™s โ€“
โ€œWE. WILL. WE. WILL. ROCK YOU!โ€
Hoping baby doesnโ€™t
Seize again
Iโ€™m thinking โ€“
โ€œWE. WILL. WE. WILL. ROCK YOU!โ€
I had to
Find a way to focus
Coz I had only one job to do
So โ€“
โ€œWE. WILL. WE. WILL. ROCK YOU!โ€
And โ€“ praised be! โ€“
The baby made it through โ€“

PTSD

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I smell smoke
And I remember.
I hear the sound
Of burning wood
And Iโ€™m reminded
Of the fire.
I see yellow
Give way
To red,
And I remember
The thoughts
That I had in my head,
Moments of
Irrational fear
And existential dread โ€“
Will I get out
Of this alive
Or will I
Wake up forgotten
With soot
In my lungs
And dead โ€“
I smell smoke
AND
I
REMEMBER.