It's time to go back.
Time to go back to...
fog that mysteriously rolls across the ground seconds before the sound of rain
squawing turacos in the brilliant orange flamboyant trees
chattering monkeys perched in the blue gum forests which rise like sentries amid rolling tea fields
chitenge clad women carrying baskets atop their heads with babies tied on their backs laughing together
the bleating response of goats to the goatherd's waved stick
rainy season's odor of decaying masuku fertilizing the tree from whence it grew
roller coaster pot-holed muddy roads
mournful wailing passing my house as another villager closes his eyes for the last time
jealousy and greed and entitled demands
missionary strife and discord
a battle that is more than flesh and blood
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