SHE for freedom: The Trek

At the edge of the Kalahari Desert

On the arid African soil, stands

A small distant village setup

From its bellies belching out 

Women of all ages, bodies of all sizes

In search of life’s sustenance

Clustered, flocking towards the stream

Saddled with calabashes, covered with wraps

Onward they go, the water they search

With songs of old, singing they stride

As happy as can be, being with sisters

Thump, thump they walk, la la they sing

Blissful as can be, joined in union.

An excuse, a reason to be ties- free 

Water they search, marching they go
As free as can be, as lovely as you see

Chap, chap they march,

Ha!ha!ha! they laugh

For things that can and those that will be

An opportunity, a need to belong

A flee from duty, an escape from reality

An absence from pressure,

A relief from culture

Swish, swish they swim,

Knowing all the while

The very short time they have

A flight from traditional husbands

A rest from unending chores

To the river, in search of solace

For the communion will they trek

And the love will they feel

To forever their dreams will spread

And liberty death will bring.

Alas the pots are full

At least the chores is done

Praying tomorrow will come

For a new journey to trek

And in freedom to bask.