Of Coarse I'm Fugitive | Innocent Kwakwala

Of coarse I'm fugitive
Being born in a village wasn't a choice
Trapping mice as the only option
Lotion of the same soap for bathing
Nothing to worry about anything

Of coarse I'm fugitive
Walking barefooted to farms
Just to aproot cassava leaves
Not in our farms but neighbour's
Smiling with hope for tomorrow

Of coarse I'm fugitive
Do you remember waking up at night for ngumbi?
Rotating who to beg salt for a month
Eating once a day and twice on Christmas
Harvesting on already harvested land?

Ofcoarse I'm fugitive
I dream of better life
If I celebrate achievements
Don't call it a brag!
I'm coming from far

Poet's note: The poem is about a person who has grown up in a remote area and he/she is expressing challenges in life. This poem is written in this period where revolution interms of technology has taken place, its going to everyone who faced challenges in villages. The sad feeling expressed therein is a copying mechanism for survival. This poem means life changes, where ever we are now will not be the same place we will be tomorrow.