Tide of Life

They told me to stay at home,

Stay at home,

But what if I don’t have a home?

Don’t have a home?

They asked me to go home, to go home

But what if the streets are my home? Is where my home is?

Is still there’s no safer than staying at home,

Are you staying at home?

I remember when I was a kid,

I heard my mamma was about to give birth, a younger brother they said, jumping in and out , an excitement, overflowing joy and the feeling was insane, but that was not the only thing I could remember while embracing the scars of my pain .

I remember when I was a kid,

Mamma said,

“Go! feed your brother with a milk”

And I did but he cries,he cries,at first I didn’t understand why,

I just fed him with milk?

It was right but it wasn’t enough to fill another set of empty stomach waiting on the list that hardly have food on their plates.

Then I look at their face,

Mamma said,

"Go! find some food but don’t leave your brother alone in this bed”

Feeling deflated,I braced for God’s Goodness, for later on

to come home with the grace of kindness.

I carried my baby brother on my back while he cries from the pit of his stomach.

And I remember when I was a kid,

I would make a joke to make him laugh

While I tried not to cry myself, I would smile coz he smiles,

Then everything was beyond all right,

Despite of the tears in our eyes,

We were happy side by side.

But not until that day,

God took him away.

While we were on the streets

Asking for some leftover food to eat,

This lady shoo me away,

As If I am not a poor kid but an insect, a menace in a farm before the harvest.

While we were on the streets

I asked only for some leftover food to eat,

My mother’s sick,

I have siblings who wait

I don’t have any fortune in me

And a small brother’s with me.

While we were on the streets

Asking for some leftover food to eat,

I remember where I just left and asked my brother to sit,

Under one of those trees I told him to wait,

Tears in his eyes, aches in my heart

But when he sees me he smiles

Waving at my sight

And just like that,

For some food that they should have just given it to me

instead of throwing it away, I begged mercy.

But to the lady who was shooing me

I snatched the food with me, running away breathlessly from the lady,

I didn’t care when she cursed at me

I was desperate and hungry.

And to my baby brother whose face lit up when he sees a food with me , exclaiming joy he ran excitedly towards me

And those smiles, I would work a million times if it means to see those smile again,

But not until that day,

When we were supposed to be happy,

Despite the tears in our eyes

We were supposed to be happy

To walk back home side by side,

With the food in our hands

Enough to feed a family,who starves daily,

We were supposed to be happy

But not until that truck driver just took that happiness away,

My baby brother crosses the road alone,

Can’t able to wait for me to come home,

In each other arms where he and I belongs

We were supposed to be happy

but not until God took him away from our family.

Matthew 18:7 how terrible for the world that there are things that make people lose their faith! Such things will always happen, but how terrible for the one who causes them!

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#stayathome where you belong.