I wrote this when I was on my own in kuching in 2011
Boy to Man
At 23 I was alone in Africa
A boy unformed and unknown, even to himself
Scared and desperate, yet joyful... and not lonely
because Africa nurtured me-clutching me protectively to her breast.
I kicked up the dust to hide my fear,
and dared to hope for the thrills of ‘life’ and loves that would surely come.
Here I am at 59 in Borneo
Loves unimaginable have come and gone.
I have had it all!
I look ahead with dread and fear
and as hope recedes, I look back
and see a boy
and a man
I tried so hard to like.
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