Twenty Litre Load
African women make a thirsty journey.
Walking a four mile path is no laugh.
Seeking water to avoid slaughter.
It's time for guidance not silence.
Being bold not leaving them in the cold.
Attune before heading for the moon.
Let the echo of our voices, bellow.
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A Father's StoryPoetry
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