– Kevisekhono Whiso
The lilies didn’t bloom this year.
Spring arrived,
While the other flowers bloomed with grace..
The lilies withered; arid and parched.
Just a few countable lilies standing.
A handful, facing the earth; tired and dusky.
The soil was barren,
The lilies looked like they were mourning;
Mourning for the loss that cannot be revived.
And as I stood staring at them,
Helpless and guilty for their state,
Someone said that I should’ve taken better care of them.
I thought they would bloom,
Like how they had always been.
But I was wrong…
The sun was too harsh during summer,
The winter too cold,
I didn’t water them enough,
I didn’t take care of them enough.
How are the lilies in your garden?
My spring was filled with sad endings.
The grass was not green.
The lilies withered and mourned.
The gust of wind lasted longer than usual,
While summer arrived a little too early.
CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT
Kevisekhono Whiso is a final-year bachelor’s student in the Department of English at Norman Putsure College, and a quiet soul attuned to life’s tender, fleeting moments. She finds joy in the rhythm of books, the solace of writing, the embrace of music, the artistry of food, and the quiet grace of simply being. For her, life’s essence lingers in the unnoticed, the small miracles, the gentle details often hurried past. It is there, in these whispers of existence, that she uncovers both comfort and wonder. Her writing mirrors her way of moving through the world: thinking deeply, feeling deeply, loving deeply. Each piece is drawn from life, from people, from quiet gestures, from emotions too vast for words, allowing them to bloom freely on the page. To write, for Kevisekhono, is to breathe slowly, to cherish fully, and to live intentionally, a quiet challenge to become a better human. It is her way of honoring the fragments of love, loss, hope, and humanity that surround her. And in sharing these fragments, she hopes others might find something familiar, too.