Children Of The Dark
By Mmakgari Dabutha
We are behind when we visit the village. We are reminded by those that stayed of how things are supposed to be. They say things have changed. Yet you know they remain the same. So you have changed. You admire their lives filled with harmony and rich in spirituality. We come with the big cars and the fancy clothes. Sooner or later they get swallowed into the beauty of our lands. They start to mean nothing, because right then and there you just want to dance with the person you once were. You worked so hard to achieve these things, and then you drive home. Home to the village... and none of these matter.
