Short
Story of my Life
O, what a journey it has been!
I am not that old, but I’ve seen, A
lot of things. A colourful variety. I’ve experienced the “Swazi-dream”;
Bright
lights, shiny cars and spectacular lodgings. I’ve feasted on food fit for kings and queens.
It seemed like a dream, for in that midst,
I found myself in the squalid conditions, Of
the township, where poverty is no fiction. In the “past-life” fancy electricity lights, Dangled
from the ceiling and illuminated the big house every night.
But now, a kerosene lamp burnt dimly, Its
light struggling to cover the overcrowded two-roomed flat.
In that past life I had not known that water,
Came anywhere
else, apart from tap in the house. Now, I trudged for a kilometer, heavy-laden,
To
acquire such a commodity.
Blessed is the soul of a child, for to me, This
was an adventure. It seemed a bit funny.
Today, I look at those days, in sheer amazement
And I am dumbstruck by such a contrast, In one person’s life.
Yes, I came out
stronger.
Fate has a strange game it plays.
Now
I have a piece of mind in the village. My soul is a peace. I can manage. So
you see? I do not lie when I say:
“What
a life it is I’ve had!”
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