I dedicate this poem “Home is not far” to all those who are away from their homes and are being caught in these challenging pandemic times.
Home is not far
Each day goes by
Thoughts of home fill my mind,
Waiting for the time when I will return,
Under the sky, imaginations strike of home,
All that comes in my mind is home
When shall I return?
Home is not far.
Time goes,
Time draws me close to when I will return,
The time is not far,
Time is nearer than home,
Home is not far,
Imagining when I will return to my motherland,
Locked in the prison of reality,
Embraced by the environment,
Encouragement comes from within,
Home is not far.
Bound by language,
Memory of the tongue,
Bonded by the hearts,
Memory of the neighborhood,
Home is not far
Separation of nature,
Walking in the woods,
Getting to the roads,
The roads have no end,
The road leads to home,
Home is not far
By Daniel NANGHAKA
This poem was written when thoughts of when I shall return to my country. Looking at the times, many go through unplanned situations, unplanned moments and they seem not to know when situations will return to normal. They are left to self-encouragement and adapt to new ways of life. Home cannot be forgotten for our roots are deep in our homes.
The surroundings we have grown in turn to be embedded in our home. We cannot run away from the reality of thinking about our homes. These situations are embraced each day as we continue to be reminded of our homes and origins.
The virtue that is built in us, comes from the upbringing of our homes, we cannot deny facts that we learn new virtues of life which affect our current state of life but we remain rooted in the systems that were built by our fore ancestors in our homes. Home is not far.