Red and Brown,
Dry Land.
Dust on Shoes and Face and on Hands.
A beautiful light paints the sky
Vibrant and clear.
Sometimes clouds hug one another closely, forming mountains in the sky.
The Red in the dirt brings life to the land of the disconnected.
From afar it is beautiful, everyone seems to be at peace with one another.
Human kindness is never scarce.
It is everywhere.
In abundance,
From the teenager who unknowingly dropped his cash on the floor, only to be told by the mechanics taking a break by the roadside, who were told by the woman in the bus who was sitting by the window seat.
Human kindness is everywhere.
But when you move in closer to the thoughts of their minds… you find a wanting–
A need for more.
Connected to the outside world by a few means.
Whether it is the diaspora visiting from the high-income countries,
flaunting their style, their class, their foreign tongues, their technology.
They come and they go, some of them never returning back.
Others return to indulge in the feeling again.
It is a great country with great people and great minds and even greater potential.
The times are passing though and the minds are not feeling free.
The lives they desire are impossible for them to see in the land they’ve grown tired of.
‘Its like HIV’, someone expressed to me.
‘The affected may portray images of strength, beauty, and great health, but when you analyze deeper… you find the disease.’