Village Life

Village life
Sitting out here, herding the cattle.
An interesting outlook on life, on how the ordinary herds boys' day is spent.
The cow with a bell around its neck, an indication of its position, miles away, i still won't lose them.
While the sun shines bright, not diamonds, you sit comfortably in the shade and watch the hours go by, tick tock.

Village life
A place i like to escape to, but only for a little while.
A chance to get away from all the commotion, from all the advancement, but like i said, only for a little while.
Here i can repeat clothing and still be clean,
my sweat glands know no rest, yet i don't stink.
I can sit down in the sand, walk barefoot, through sand, through rivers and not made to feel guilty.
I can wake up at 8 o'clock and really feel guilty.

Village life
Where you discover and get to understand your family roots, sit around the fire and let discussions take place.
Family lineages are so complex, not even your grandparents can explain them
but the best part of it all, you feel the family love, no need for evident blood lines.

Village life
Where i feel like i'm a gwerrie for not being able to speak my mother tongue.
Where English goes and hides in the corner, ashamed.
My family makes fun of me, but still i can see the love in their eyes, not the city way,
where English tries to break you down, unashamed.
Cos in the city, many die from your breaking, #died they say.

The upsetting thing about village life is the people who are unappreciative of their heritage, their roots.
Spend a day in the city, come back and show off with the broken engrish,
imagine engrish being broken, YOLO.

But all-in-all, what can i say about village life,
a place of relaxation, where we discover how truly lazy we are,
a place that encourages us to truly aim to be successful, mostly thanx to the laziness
and finally that one place i can't seem to stay for longer than two weeks.