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The Road to My Home
The Road to My Home… By Peter Onyancha
Now you know it
The road to my home
You claimed it takes a day
Listen:
Only 24 black spots from the city
One Black Spot per hour
Surely, is that far?
We’ve come from far.
You ask what you need
Listen:
Good brakes and good luck
Is that too much to ask?
You wonder, what the fun!
Listen:
Watching floods, if it rains
Clouds of dust, if it shines
You sure shall overtake
Browsers and bikes
Dogs and donkeys
Where else?
This eloquent spectacle
No traffic signs, No law
Keep left, if the pot is right
Keep right, when the hole is left
The Road to my home
Shall you visit me, this holiday?
I ask, one more time.
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