They were happy people,
Living their daily life joyfully.
Although they had little,
They were glad to share with one another.
The kind of love they exhibit is unimaginable.
It was indeed a true love.
There was no electricity to watch T.V,
But they were indeed a happy people.
No power supply to light their homes and street at dusk,
But they tell each other moonlight tales,
Even till its very late
As the dark night was nothing to be afraid of.
They were happy people with no cars,
But they cared enough to walk long distance in search of each other.
Love was the fuel that kept them going.
No phones or e-mail to contact each other,
But they always had each other on mind.
That was the best way they could keep up to date.
There were no such things as birthday or Christmas,
The only time they observe was full moon, market days and yam festival.
They lacked so many basic amenities like clean water,
But as a happy people, they were contented with what they had.
No aerosols to kill deadly insects, but they had unpolluted air.
They wake up in the morning with no money,
Yet they have plenty to share all day long.
They were happy people, living life the best way they could live it.
Poem from Emotions and Belief by Kelvin Obareti