The Middle Ground Between Africa and Alaska!
I find it dull and misty all over, out there
I see people of all ages and both genders with drooped heads walking in apparent dejection
Clad heavily in dark attires they all walk hooded as if in some enchantment
They are not enchanted but the weather appears damning and enchanted
I wonder how in the world the men and women of Alaska would be in love with this kind of weather
But their roads are nice and their environment is clean
They live their lives in safety and their homes are warm
Their governments are caring and those in power are of their choosing
Which then is better for Africa's son as in this clean, developed but cold environment he wonders?
Give me the brightness and the sun any day
I would rather walk tall in the warmth of nature's sun
Than crouched up in opulence in multiple sweaters of winter
I will rather fan myself in the heat of summer
Than blow myself hot in the engine air of winter
I will rather clear the facial sweat with moist fingers
Than wear gloves on all ten fingers with hands in my pockets
And when the fluffy whiteness drops from the skies at noon
I know it is not snow flakes but some fluffiness from some cotton trees
I remember the fluffiness that accompanies the December pollen dust 7000 miles away
There have never been any mounds of snow but mounds of garbage may be found
No, but mounds of other uncertainties almost always therein abound
There have hardly been good governance and public accountability, not much that one can remember
And so, give me the cold with good governance and I can make the heat
Give me high quality education and I can move the mountains
Give me the opportunities for development of my children's potentials and leave the rest to me
Show me the path to success and shame on me if I fail
Though in all we see, you gain one and lose the other
Mother Nature is forever even-handed to the core and so little should be our complaint.
If it were possible to eat one's cake, have it and not be accused of equivocations,
I would opt for the good roads and good governance of Massachusetts as here I rant
I would equally opt for the lovely warmth of Africa's sun seven thousand miles away.