A traveller’s Diary
we all cried , silently but we cried , spoke in hush voices , met in corners , avoided the sun rays until there was nothing more left to cry for , we just wailed , rolled onto the ground until no one felt sorry for us , felt any pain or empathise with our cry , we felt their coldness, distance , unsympathetic gestures , eyes , touch but we cried once more hoping they will feel and touch our wounded soul , our desperation but they look as us like spoiled little brats ,who want others to dirty their hand for them , conscious of their self-worth and less kind to others –
The road we travelled was tumultuous , potholed , unpredictable and unkind to the travellers , often accompanied by various tributaries that look more than the actual road , we have on numbers of occasion taken such routes hoping they will get us to our destination quickly than others , only to find ourselves at the dead end , exhausted and thirsty , we wanted to give up but the fellow travellers urged us to lift our legs one more time , make us think about how far we have travelled , the many travellers who perished on the way, the family we left behind, the fatherless and motherless family yearning for a touch and guidance of their parents , sons and daughters who were abandoned, who cannot have a normal childhood like others, again, we cried for ourselves , our stupidity , our lack of will and resolve to complete the journey that others perished wishing to see the finish line , our failures to realize just how lucky we were to have made it this far .
The seasons came and passed , recycled themselves , our skin texture and colour changed , thickened , our eyes could not escape red pot shots , for lack of proper sleep , fears from being eaten by lions , bitten by snakes or disappeared into darkness without trace. We remain adamant that we will indeed complete the journey even as other continue to fall by the wayside. It was our resolved to see this this journey through, the price was worth more than what was lost, our freedom and that of our children …. Little did we know that Sodom and Gomorrah is intertwine with our travel , that until we use improved traveling techniques , chose new roads, chart new path , our travels will be for nothing , instead of our children to enjoy and appreciate where we come from , they will wonder if indeed the story of tumultuous journey is anything authentic . They will cry in desperation, in agony, frail, we will watch and wonder how have we got it so wrong, for we feared to take a new path, a new tangent , a new tour guide , for we believed our old travelling and survival techniques is still applicable on this very day of technological and digital revolution
As Sodom and Gomorra continue to manifest itself right in our own very eyes as we hold onto our past, refused to be changed.
Our travelling was not for Sodom and Gomorrah, life lost was not for Gomorrah and certainly not for Sodom but unless we change path, all this travel will be for nothing.