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Freedom T.V. Nyamubaya
On the Road Again
On the Road Again
On the Road Again
Nine months in the wombInnocent and comfortable,
Never again will I rest.
Always on the go to nowhere,
Since I left that safe haven.
I creep, I walk,
Many times I run,
But most times
I get pushed around.
A student in the morning,
A teacher mid-morning,
A builder at noon,
A slave in the afternoon,
A dog at dinner:
A combatant the rest of my life.
School has holidays,
Workers days off,
Dogs rest too,
But struggles to go on, go on.
Still on the road,
One endless journey.
© 1986, Freedom T.V. Nyamubaya
From: On the Road Again
Publisher: Freedom Press, Harare
From: On the Road Again
Publisher: Freedom Press, Harare
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On the Road Again
Nine months in the wombInnocent and comfortable,
Never again will I rest.
Always on the go to nowhere,
Since I left that safe haven.
I creep, I walk,
Many times I run,
But most times
I get pushed around.
A student in the morning,
A teacher mid-morning,
A builder at noon,
A slave in the afternoon,
A dog at dinner:
A combatant the rest of my life.
School has holidays,
Workers days off,
Dogs rest too,
But struggles to go on, go on.
Still on the road,
One endless journey.
From: On the Road Again
On the Road Again
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