The Travelers Poem by Charles Wamuti

Two travelers hike the road so rough,
Kilometers and kilometers of road they eat,
Without missing a stride, they are as diamond tough,
Bestowed with the nomadic Bantu genes.

Rivers great gush dangerously in front of them,
Deep valleys block the sights ahead,
But, "we do not go back" they know,
And through and through they cut paths.

Side by side they see the beauty,
The trees, the bushes, the deadly cliffs,
The galloping antelopes, the runny zebras,
And the wild buffalo who hides in ambush!

But in the never ending journey,
A junction, alas and behold,
And day and night to part ways they must,
Each to follow on a path their own.

Without shedding a tear drop,
They each take a road of their own,
But somewhere in their travels, on a mountain not so far,
They hope they meet again.