roads, homes, and hearts
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A glimpse of another world that used to be mine.

roads, homes, and hearts

bean soup boils on a charcoal stove,

bean soup boils on a charcoal stove, mixing its aroma with smoke and dew;

a rooster calls to its friend

a rooster calls to its friend across the valley, as the blazing sun

a rooster calls to its friend across the valley, as the blazing sun rises early

a rooster calls to its friend across the valley, as the blazing sun rises early and bakes red murram soil

into the curve of our roads

and the walls of our homes

and the beat of our hearts.

Sudden wind carries the scent of rain;

sudden wind carries the scent of rain; banana plants sway in a wild dance,

sky quickly blackens

sky quickly blackens, and lightening streaks across the valley;

sky quickly blackens, and lightening streaks across the valley; as trickles turn to torrents

washing away our red murram roads,

pounding on the tin roofs of our houses

dancing to the beat of our hearts.

bright birds and dresses,

bright birds and dresses, snakes and sky -

bright birds and dresses, snakes and sky -bold colors shake to exotic rhythm;

watch us dance

watch us dance and marvel at the beauty

watch us dance and marvel at the beauty across the valley -

watch us dance and marvel at the beauty across the valley - but do not forget

but do not forget the hunger,

but do not forget the hunger, the hidden bruise,

but do not forget the hunger, the hidden bruise, the silent sickness;

especially do not forget

especially do not forget the soul-hunger,

especially do not forget the soul-hunger,

especially do not forget the soul-hunger,

for 'the teeth may smile

for 'the teeth may smile but the heart does not forget'

for 'the teeth may smile but the heart does not forget' its wounds.

so cry with us in streams like rain,

so cry with us in streams like rain, and cry for change like sunlight

sunlight to pour out on our rutted roads,

reach into the corners of our broken homes,

and restore the beat of our hearts.

The longer you live in a place, the more you know its beauty, and its brokenness. You know it's home if you can love and hate it at the same time - but in any case you can't ignore it, because it's part of you.

Thank you for reading! These words are based on my experiences in Uganda, where I grew up. @thislittlelight

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