REMINISCE OF A JOURNEY AND A POEM
Hello Darlings, I am on my way to Abuja. it's an eight hours journey on roads in poor condition. luckily it is not the rainy season yet. I had not planned on posting today but I got bored and missed you guys. Steemit is definitely addictive. So I picked my phone up and while OwlCity's Fireflies was blasting through my earphone, I wrote the verses below.
My inspiration was the denudded countryside we passed on the journey. So many trees were gone, the ashes of previous bushfires were still evident and in some areas, fires still burnt. The pictures might be a bit blurry because we were mobile and the driver was flying on the macadam road. But when we got to Lokoja; where the River Niger and the River Benue come to one accord, I took a few pics that were clear.
Burnt parts along the route
excavation for sand. Spots like this lined the route.
We should treat this earth better. This is the only world we we have. This is the only home we know, we should treat it with more love and care. If the world burns, where will we go? What about the children? The animals, the plants? Please... the earth deserves better. It gives us food, shelter, medicine, everything. A little care is not a bad thing.
At Lokoja we stopped at a watering hole and rested our burning butts. Lol. They wanted us to buy everything.🙄
I wasn't too sure of the reception of my inquisitive phone, thus the distance.
I would have captured great views if the driver had been a bit friendly; the dude never smiled.
I got his arm though. 😂
Who Did This To Us?
Ashes sat like melting snow
In the after noon sun;
The fires had fled
With the last of the harmattan wind,
And the sky mourned the earth.
Rocks sat staring at stumps;
Grave stones of friends that had kept them company;
Friends who whistled grand tales told them
By sojourning birds, nesting bats and thirsty fireflies.
They mourned the empty spaces
That denuded the horizon,
They mourned the shameless heat
That nipped at their skin
And ate their sweat;
They just sat and stared.
Who had done this?
Who had released this seed of pain
Among forest leaves, on the earth?
Who had brushed friends apart
And made lonely stones
Of once majestic rocks?
The planet has turns it's face
To the darkness of space
And we call it night.
We have been wrong.
True night has come to us,
In the woods, on the sea, on concrete beds;
Yes... the empty, unknowing darkness of death.
We have arrived Abuja but we are yet to alight from the bus. We still have some distance to cover. It was a lovely journey this time.
For everywhere that was burn, there is hope. At the spring of water, their roots deep in the soil will leap for you. Shake the dust off their stumps and try to get some green leaves to cover the shame an has caused for them.
How was your trip?
Splendid. I have arrived. Yes, the earth will grow again. Beautiful words boss
Dante is here,No Fear