They arrive at life
As though it were their destination.
Settling as if not on a journey
Despising home like the urban folk
Who despise their rurals
Deceived and disillusioned
Life passes by
Then a day comes
And home beckons.
They dread in crippling fear
When before their eyes
Everything fades away
Material things shatter
And things that held them tightly
Fall apart and let them loose
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-Josef Munuhe
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