By KESA MAKAOTA
When darkness engulfs my days,
When dust chokes my breath,
When fog enslaves my eyes and the rain shatters my skin.
When laughter is but a beautiful enigma and joy fades into a distant nostalgia.
When my face becomes a worn out canvas of old tales, foreign routes and dried up channels that once nourished the nearby grasslands,
When thick beds of solidified ash and debris are the only witness to my existence,
When I am stiffened and stationary in my resting place,
I shall have a hymn in my heart,
I shall sing sweet melody,
I shall ululate with gratitude in my slumber,
For I have lived a beautiful life!
