Walking in the veld of calamities ,
Trudging in the valleys of food scarcity,
Feeling the vibrations of hunger,
To unknown destination.
In the morning, we peruse the book of hunger,
At noon, thank goodness,
Then in the evening, we expect dreams intoxicated with hunger.
The deadly creature makes us a man of few words.
Another day sets in,
Without even a piece of hope hiding in our minds.
Where to go?
What to eat?
How to get the "ndalama"and the "pesa"?
Interrogations with no hope for the answers.
We walk a bundle of kilometers to school,
While wearing a weared uniform,
Together with shoes that exposes our toes.
Carrying our heads,
Indeed those heads with hair looking like house flies playing on top of our heads.
We work hard to turn the tables,
We study hard to change our future,
We strive hard to drink a recipe of success,
And hope fora better future.
Author:CLEMENT MGHOGHO
(From Malawi)