Not yet Uhuru

Freedom never stayed long with her.
Struggle came too easily
Too frequently
A fruit that hung much too low.
The struggle always
Seemed to be continuing.
She repeatedly found herself
At war with others
And nearly every day
At war with herself
At war with her wrongs
At war with a world
That didn’t make sense anymore.
Freedom visited her
Like a lover in a long distance relationship-
Gloriously but intermittently,
No matter how sweet the moment of union was,
At the back of her mind
She knew
There will come a time
When she’d see Freedom walk away from her,
Get on a one way plane
And leave her on the tarmac
Forlornly waving goodbye,
As she put on her chains
Once again.

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