I spent a few days in the city then we had to go to the village to lay a close family friend to rest. In the village I found life, the trees spoke in vibrant color tones. The chickens ran wild and free, children played, learned, ate and interacted with Mother Nature on a daily basis. The village was life.
I would spend so much time staring at random plants and trees. The cornfields were a reminder of my childhood, how I would go farming with my grandmother.
At night I would stare at the stars, I never knew so many existed in the sky.
People told me tha adjusting to the village life would be so hard, quiet contrary I felt safer and warmly welcomed in the village than in the city. The life in the village valued hard work and it valued life in itself.
I can’t wait until I go back again to the village.
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