Story of Kenya

inspired by the life story of a good friend i met while travelling Israel

the words she had used perfectly

described the images of her youth.

they painted a picture in my mind,

so that i also

could feel what she felt and see

what she saw.

and i myself formed a connection

with this land and came to love it,

despite never having been there.

as if with a third eye

i watched the sunrays that lay on the hills

until they disappeared into the night.

i knew the diversity of the people.

i rode on my horse's back for a glimpse of freedom.

i grew just as the plants grew there;

beautifully and all year round.

i went through the hardships of change.

i left.

i returned.

it was destroyed.

i wept.

i settled in a foreign country and made a home. anew.

i came to adore the desert, like i did the safari.

years went by.

yet i shall never forget the richness of childhood,

nor will i have any regrets,

but the story of Kenya will stay with me

for the remainder of my days.