There are fellows with a strong
rural background
The rustics or country bumpkins
Who are backward and awkward
When brought to foreign land
Within sight of bright
illuminating agents
Which fascinate the eye in the
night sky
But wait till its morning
When they are more at home
Till they turn the tap in a
clockwise motion
Or the distance covered by merely
seating how easy life can be
Return
the favour thy urban dweller
Seek
the bus back home
After
countless trial and error navigational mishaps
The
homestead appears in the horizon
Thorn
greet friendly when disturbed
Man’s
best friend makes a nuisance of your presence
A
flat battery brings your musical soliloquy to a halt
You
appreciate how dark the night is
And
how dark the light is
More
so the appearance of the moon
Never
mind stealing being accepted for once
As
it steals light from the sun
Candle
light not enough for your liking
As
your life burns in the same way
By Kelvin Mpofu ( Zimbabwe)
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