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A Return to the Mother : by Mohamed Ibrahim Kambal
With mixed and emotions
We left Nairobi on our way to the inside—to Sudan
To the high mountains
When we crossed the border
the boundaries melted and the eyes flooded with tears
Eyes and quietness are eloquent expression
Suddenly the car stuck in the mud
The rain poured heavily
Zeal and enthusiasm on the faces
All rushed into the car
Happiness is a crown for victory
We were a coherent group
We all made a united group
and no-one could conceal his enthusiasm
until we reached the mountains.
It was a climax
The return home
To the people of the land
Barefoot and naked
Some are hungry
Some are sick
But hearts are full of compassion
That is expressed by the warm welcome
Chants, songs, dances and cheers
Trumpets, palm leaf stalks, water gourds
Nothing—but love
With love and open hearts we are welcomed
What are we going to do—
Towards these magnificent, innocent people!
We have nothing to pay—but tears
As a price for meeting these wonderful people
Children, women, elderly, youth
Men, animals and the kindness
It is the mother
Who is always pleased with the return of her children
Who never keeps her compassion and love from them
Without any reward—only the return
So, why not give thanks for this.
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