Ich hatte dieses Gedicht bereits vor einigen Monaten hier veröffentlicht, doch möchte ich es heute noch einmal posten als Hommage an Benin, da ich, wäre mein Freiwilligendienst regulär zu Ende gegangen, heute in den Flieger nach Hause gestiegen wäre.
A dusty road painted in red,
Framed by tradesmen and shops
Containing simple and pure joy of life,
Just as kindness and familiarity.
Laughing is thrown into the air
And you feel embraced
By human warmth and generosity,
Lingering around all the way.
They are wrapped into friendly words,
A smile or curious looks,
Gifts given to strangers
As well as to family and friends,
Which surpass the value
Of the material goods
That are ready to be sold.
The colourful clothes
Taking part in the scenery
Translate the essence of this world
To the stranger`s admiring eye,
Who is no longer blinded
By the grey veil
Created by the western world.
Sophie Aduial
just thoughts 