Dear Ma - I am Still Standing (Same Old, Same Old)

It's been a long run ma. No time for crawling, just running. Running in the heat, running in the rain. No rehearsals, no practice. No running shoes. No pathways. I have been running in the bushes, in the bundu, in the floods - barefooted. But I am still standing.

I have adopted a little corner on the street where I can see a little clearer now. You remember that street? A lot has changed around it, but it is still the same. Same old, same old. Still unpaved, still dusty and even still potholed. We look at it every day and hope… They say dreams come true.

You might have heard of the new changes taking place around here. Again, it’s the same old, same old. You have seen this before. One guy putting the horse before the cart and another cutting the branch he is sitting on. Drearily predictable and familiar. They keep promising that the cut tree will shoot again. But they are mum on the fate of the guy. And ma, that season is upon us again. The season of endless pledges from those vying for office and hunting for power. They flatter and make us blush. For a moment we forget that the same hymn had been cited many times before. No one actually sang it though. And no one is even now.

But don’t worry Ma, I am still standing.

Your Son, Phenias F. Sadondo (Written on 17 October 2017 and first appeared here Dear Ma