Chonga lives life everyday
Technology plays no part
As the sun rises it follows that the sunsets
When clouds gather black and moist he gets wet
Without aid of compass or clock
He knows the way and the time to arrive
Miles to town don't seem strange
As he gazes in the wonders of his home plain
With his wives and close relations
Everyday is spent with life fascination
Without telephone light or satellite
Chonga lives his life
In each moment as it comes
Even when a marathon runs
Just to get to the next village
Chonga considers his life a privilege
1 comment:
Enjoyed this a lot. The praise of simplicity descriptively rather than prescriptively revealed. Thanks and bravo!
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