dry_land-wallpaper-1366x768She smiles as she tries to make it to her feet but her frail bones can withstand the weight of her body no more.My guess is she weighs less than a gallon of water,I believe in the strength of the wind to fly her away,I believe in the currents of the river to mash her apart.You could distinguish the airborne alarm screeches of the Hawks from the tense atmosphere from where we stand.

You could describe the poisonous stature of the land that hosted an uncategorized  variety of carcasses that spread across the dusty paths.The shrubs that strived to prove the level of existence were held firm by the rough texture of the soil,but having adapted the harsh conditions,they seem to grow beneath the energy of the scorching sun to accelerate the inhabitable conditions.

You only appreciate the importance of your thumb and you index finger when you can’t cover your nostrils from the sharp unappealing smell that prevails resulting from decaying targets.To her,the smell of death is part of her environment.

She opens her eyes slowly as If her eyelids are glued together so as to take a recording of her last surrounding environment.She spreads her arms against the unslacken soil that breathes heavily upon her.You could see her skeleton shaped against her elastic skin;you could see her heart pounding in an unrhythmic order as If attempting to mechanically dissolve.

She licks her chapped lips as she struggles to talk but she runs short of breath and the only strength she gathers she uses to drag her helpless body across the sandy ground as If trying to search for something but out of utter determination,she comes to a full statement in question of where her Children lay and the only liquid part of her is discharged as tears that don’t even fall midway her cheeks.

A few yards away are her scattered new born triplet babies whose shrill cries tense up the air with no thoughtful decisions as how to go about the natural wrecks.

Some of the situations that are possible in African settings create waterfalls for our eyes.We advocate for advanced communal harmony.Lets work together.

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    bennettsammy posted: “She smiles as she tries to make it to her feet but her frail bones can withstand the weight of her body no more.My guess is she weighs less than a gallon of water,I believe in the strength of the wind to fly her away,I believe in the currents of the river”

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