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capitalism, colonialism, despair, faith, homelessness, Hope, love, to rise again, Ubuntu
Hi all I hope you’ve all been doing well. Me, not so well hence your abandonment. But believe me when I say I thought of you always.
So my job hunting hasn’t yielded much results and I’ve been homeless for a month now. But I still believe I’m better off than most people coz I’ve had friends that have taken me in for a day or a week, I haven’t been turned out on to the cold streets yet and I’m grateful.
In all of my wanderings I havent had much access to the internet however, I have soaked in some lessons that I would like to share with you in the poem below.
There are days when you cannot help but cry yourself to sleep
Days when friend turns foe
and your brother hunts you like a wild animal in a dark jungle
now I can put up with such times,
I did put up with them
And when at the end of my dark tunnel
A single light shone
And a soothing voice told me
Eva child, you will survive, you shall make it
Here,Rest your weary head on my shoulder
I believed that voice
And followed the light
For a while I laid my head on that shoulder
And on that phony shoulder I revealed my hurts, my scars
Not knowing that the spirit of UbuntuThat long possessed my grandfather’s generation
With the penetration of colonialism and capitalism
Had long deserted Africa
The sense of brotherhood and genuine smiles that once adorned Africa’s heart
went out the window and in came silent scheming smiles
and a charity that only was, if, there was something to be gained
So for a while I was tolerated on that shoulder
But when it became apparent that
I couldn’t shroud it with the fine fur it thought I could
I was shrugged off the shoulder and thrown out the door
My secret wounds and scars exposed to the world
and in that moment of vulnerability
I became stronger and wiser to the world around me
Now I watch from a not so safe distance
As we all race to devour each other
