Ever since I was a child, I've cherished my home, I swarm in the deepest of rivers and walked barefooted all around my home, I fought with the vilest kids just for the fun of it, I enjoyed moon time stories of the tortoise and the humpy guy who became rich.
In the thickest of nights I playfully hunt for glowing flies as I steered with awe what an awesome creature I've ensnared away from it's beautiful habitat , how will I forget the sageful words of aged elders ; what a respect I have for the 3legged being that has eyes laden with experience my youthful mind couldn't figure, not to forget those days I would walk bare-chested for several miles to see my friends, indeed they are the good old days, living through such memories, though I have nothing but I was happy, my home meant safety, it gives me great pleasure and supplants me with great hopes, hopes like; flying a saucer in the sky quite fictional you had think, I was that imaginative like every growing kid my age, other thoughts that juggle in my mind is becoming the superman saving earth from a deadly beast quite daring you would think, defeating death, growing big muscles like an adult, having a luxurious ride all this dreams tickle my fancy , what a thought, my young mind made up then.
Not only was my upbringing magical, it was great and I loved home: my place of rest, despite the aura of the uniform man, the taunts of the election years, milk still flow as the biblical canaan land, fuel was cheap, most importantly people dont bear heightened rage like a bloodthirsty fiend, those are days when all deals can be closed over a peaceful meal and a warm handshake without raising voices or breaking bottles, but now things has changed, these happened when bigmen with smiley faces chased the protocol man with their wide regalia bearing fake promises of gold and plenty, at first it all seems great but now it is shocking how times has turned, we have been fed stones for bread and given papers as cash, how cheap are their talks and we all fell for it, instead of having peace there tends to be a sudden rise in hate not just here but every where, not just in the elderly but in the heart of babies and weaklings. The tension is felt right from the baby that cries for food to the mother that cant even afford the staples for such child, to the driver that fights like you asked for his heart over money, to the oldman that whimsies and curses all who crossed his path, because his wards cant even tend to themselves not to talk of flashing the papers or remembering their roots, to the student forced to live on close to nothing per day, to the religious fanatics fighting an holy war believing our home isnt worth to save but rather hope and cling to the greater pleasure of the unknown, raising purgatories in their wake, leaving tonnes of churned bodies and countless sad souls to beg for life, to the man who chases money in lieu of happiness and gladly sacrifices his youthfulness for gold and burnt his health for wealth, who will enjoy his ill-gotten wealth when the grimmer comes.
Oh! what has my home turned to, in just a couple of years that has rolled by, I can't walk bare chested anymore, not of age but for safety, I'm forced to wear a default shield like a second skin, to project the thinking that all is well, but even in all this I believe the darkened sky can still shine, the dry land will go wet again, the sore wounds will be healed, the growing hatred will be replaced by love, only when we all come together to cherish our home, to support the land we have milked and suckled its breast, to tend to the rivers we have neglected for so long, to show love to the poor and afflicted, to start from the beginning and grant our beta generation the joy of living in a fertile and peaceful land, connecting to each other without fear or prejudice, may be then we can have our home back in lushful green and all lovely as it has always been.
