Journey into the unknown


Born into a house of noble princes
Fenced from the rest of the world
No idea of shoe sizes or clothe inches
Arrayed glamorously like a god
The danger of the comfort zone
The product; an handsome, well - arrayed drone

The soul grew hungry, a need for something different
What will satisfy this hunger felt deep inside?
Beyond the fenced wall lay the interest
Once outside, an horizon was insight
Will it mark the end of the adventurous quest?
Instead the spirit flamed with renewed zest

Beyond the horizon, could there be more?
Beyond the beautiful kiss of the earth and sky
There may be lands, forbidden to trespass
Could an inquisitive mind be wrong?
Destiny seems to be what thus ahead lies
But the fear of the unknown grips an innocent heart

The journey began to the land beyond the horizon
Taking along foresight, taking leave of reason
The mixture of fear and faith characterised the adventure
To a land guided by no maps or pictures
Just the spirited will of a restless soul
Tired of being spoon fed from a royal bowl

At dusk the horizon gradually buries the glory of the sun
But at dawn restores the glory that seemed gone
Several nights spent in different tatched huts
Meals from hospitable hands served from heathen pots
The adventure soon taught the dynamisity of life
The lessons, sweeter than a bowl of rice

Walked into the very heart of cultural ostentation
Africa's rich and beautiful cultural heritage in diversity
No objection to contrary opinions , haven't explored other regions
May not have the sophisticated roads and amenities
But the brightness of white dentitions contrasting dark skin
Rhythmic dance steps and stamping feet were more than a sweet dream

Bangled hands and legs, beaded necks and waists
Dancing to the cultural rhythm of finely played drums
Not a single beat was left to waste
The excitement in the air was gross
The sun seemed to dance on it's axis
Bathing the dancers with sunny kisses

A dance invite from a local maiden
Made the invitee feel like Walt disney's aladin
Destiny soon unravelled , in a land with no fences or guards
Found the real essence of life, in the simplicity of the black man
His black skin finally regained identity beyond just melanin
The passion to change the world reverberating through him

#SweetArtsPoetry
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#FromMyDeskToYourDeckOnTheVoyageOfLife
Photo credit: Chris Frank




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