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Written by Minda Magero
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Wednesday, 26 March 2008 |
Minda Magero survives the crisis and looks only upward, resilient and recalcitrant in the wake of all life throws at her; she refuses to go under.
My time will come
And I will rise
Like a bamboo tree
Reaching for the sky.
Though I struggle now
And see little fruit
Though I sigh and weep
For the years gone by
Though my heart is wrenched
Over dreams dismantled
My time will come
And I will rise.
So I wash my face
And set it as flint
I encourage myself
To journey another mile
When these dreams
Dearly cherished
Seem impossible to fulfill
I rouse my soul
And proclaim to her:
Your time will come
And you will rise
Like a bamboo tree
Reaching for the sky.
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