Buried between the heart and reality.
Dust arises to attest of life.
Bound with unspoken promises
Dubbed the home vein life.
Banned from idle walks in the shade
Into a den of rhythmic soul, I reign.
Though sometimes called “Njecha” (sand)
You find me sending notes of joy
Knotting reality with a purpose afar
Surrounded by dust, with an oath
Creativity oozing from every pour
Into every street corner to be a hive, I reign
Created to change the world
The dust arises in a dream
Ashy gates speaking volume of plastics
Scrapping the paint in scores
Where goals build goal posts of tomorrow
Exposed to the light of tomorrow.
In
my life, there have been moments when I got to ask myself where my home was?
Africa being on the global stage I find my thoughts drifting towards. Sometimes
wondering whether my goal is just a mirror of who I am without identity, as I consume
what others feed without care. Which has often led me to one thought who I am?
So, today I am going to try to break it down for my identity to truly shine.
For my DNA is found in four in one- home, rural, school and obviously work. But
the place I would be proud to show is my home. A place where dust greets you
before anything else. Where life is found in the rhythm of dust morphed into
pots and likes. Yet, it still stands out to be best ground to groom what is not
taught in schools. Street smartness, as kids make something of themselves without
a back package. Where greatness is discover
