The Desert I Sought
One step on the white blistering sand,
Sandals in hand, turban shrouding my beard
From the gusts of arid wind sucking my sweat
And burning my skin and mucosa.
I looked ahead, raising my hand
To block the sun and see the herd
Of camels ahead, and beyond the dunes,
The promise of death from thirst and hunger.
I saw the cactus hold firm to the sand,
And scavengers in the form of an innocent bird
Swimming overhead as if to admire their work:
Meatless bones basking lifeless in the sun.
Was that my fate? Lifeless in the sand
Going through the process to be bird turd
As they pecked and relished? So it seemed.
I pulled myself on, and my body protested.
Is this why this route was so bland?
That civilisation despite its million nerds
Had not found a way to profane the dunes
And enforce its will on Nature's plans?
But I keep on with the target at hand.
Oh...I forgot to give you the Word!
Great promise lies ahead, beyond the pain,
Beyond the thirst, beyond lurking death.
Behind me lies a devastated land,
The old me: wicked and absurd.
Beyond the pain lies Life, and just like a newborn,
I shall bear the suffering that takes me Home.
(c) Nyonglema
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