He was once a village boy.......

Tired of life in the village he left 
In search of greener pastures
I’ll make something of myself he promised

Please guide him, they prayed
So Off he went to the city in search of a job
Tall buildings, numerous cars
No need to wait to see that weekly bus
No grocery shop but big supermarkets, no bottle store but classy beautiful bars
Confused by the bright city lights, the concrete jungle tamed him
Being a village boy he was caught up in the excitement
Lot his morals at the spur of a moment
Corrupted by all the juvenile delinquency, social deviancy
Mixed with pick pockets and tsotsi’s of Johannesburg
Fell In the arms of loose women, their sexuality sold at a cost
God help this poor child his immorality you must purge
Lost in the whirl wind of excitement, all innocence lost
Long forgotten he once was an innocent village boy.

By Chris Chakwana ( Zimbabwe)

photo credits: chris chaks