It was now a paper-chasing game.
Most games in life are deadly!
Life is never a game,
It is only happening once!
Be cautious, remember thy purpose.
Yes he had to put food on the table.
Yes he had to feed mouths.
Yes he needed a break
From the pressure of adulthood.
Babies were crying!
Their mamas dying!
Daddies nowhere to be found!
Thirsty uncles who could not care less.
At the age of versatility, I was feeding a village.
My family, heritage, love and life
Deep in the misty scary woods
That is where it all started
In my beautiful granny’s hut.
We were sheltered with affection,
United as one unit, we never fell.
I love my family, family, family…