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High up above the hills of Africa, the dark-winged clouds of the night were still folded above the village and surrounding valley. Man and the domestic animals that were his slept. But the antelope of the forest and the small fleet-footed gazelle were wide awake. In a short time, early morning dew descends from ancient… Continue reading Home: Africa

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Lullaby

Evening breezes are swift lullaby From the distance Burning grasses sigh Bats, owls hover above Tiny insects welcome a starry night Crickets quiz themselves While the mantis scavenge for a bite Still this airy night is very young

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The Travelers Tale

Traveling out of the city to find some solace, Passing through forests and undulating hills, And through grasslands and indigenous settlements To the countryside, where exists true connection, The ever green forests stretched out with the curvy roads Guiding the driver, who seemed to be awed by the scenery Up the skies, hawks scaled the… Continue reading The Travelers Tale

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The Countryside

Evening airs bring blessings to the sleepy hamlet The cute hut chimneys churn out thick smoke And the smoke scatter once they meet the wind The smoke suggest cooking food; fresh cabbage With cooked brown beans and fried Salmon Which was caught in the early morning, Just off the hamlets quiet but great rivulet The… Continue reading The Countryside

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Just by the Countryside

Just by the countryside… Where only fields of green stay And where the mud mix with the clay Live the blue Clouds that smiled always And everything  here had something to say The trees tower over the fine little huts, Where the green forest sit upon the hills, With her inhabitants living with a firm… Continue reading Just by the Countryside

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The scent of travelling delights me
To lands I have been or haven’t seen
But it is more desiring to go somewhere,
Quiet, natural and homely-
Nothing compares to this ideology

The smell of gasoline and burnt tires
Is now my friendly companion
For the road has been a customer
And places my joyful partner
The cities pass by, the jungles too
The trees swoop by, waving a hearty bye
Same with the clouds, wearing sad faces
And the people who stand by the roadside
The city is probably cruel to all
But the journey, my journey continues
Through palm forests and swamplands
And the farmlands with scarecrows
I arrive at the countryside
To regain some pure air,
Safe from the noises of the township
Safer from the crowd that I loath
And the smoke from cars and cigars

I am free atleast…
Free from the city’s hustle