Author: Hani du Toit, Death & Dying, Social Issues

Hani Du Toit

He must be late.

It’s Monday.

Give him a call

Rather unusual he’s not here at all

He’s always the first one in

There must be something wrong, they said

This simply isn’t him.

Ring his landline

Send someone along

He’s never late

There’s something going on.

But nothing’s going on at home

Everything is off

Then it’s all so clear

He is not here

Not with us anymore.

The door knocked in

After four bell rings

The floor holding his body

Pale blue and straight

We’re twelve hours too late, they say

No, twelve years, I realise

Now wise.

We’re way too late

We always wait

Too long

To invade

A Life

With warmth and care

Then dare

To say in one foul breath

It was a painless death.

About Hani Du Toit

As a Muslim woman, Hani is inspired by the possibility of breaking invisible barriers and increasing human to human connection. She carries this love into her work as a Conversation Coach teaching conflict resolution at corporates and universities, in boardrooms and townships, locally and abroad.

She writes poetry and memoir to expand her self-awareness, grapple with her own life struggles and have greater ability to recognise the golden light in every human being. Her children’s book, Just Like Me, created through the Book Dash project, was cited as a model for writing about inclusion for children and has recently been translated into Urdu for distribution in Pakistan.

Depending on the day or season, you could find Hani cooking up a storm, facilitating team cohesion, painting in water colour or oils, or nursing her tiny vegetable garden…if she’s not writing a poem of course!
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