I do not want to fertilize the nourished soil when I pass
With creative ideas I could have achieved in my human days
Instead I want my existence to be as important as oxygen, as water
I want my neighbours to gain from it
For I refuse to give the soil extras that it’s not going to benefit from
…I do not want to be extra to the soil
From creation I was made from dust of the ground, and the breath of life
My purpose on Earth is to find myself and achieve greatness
My achievements should be like oxygen to the next generation
I want my neighbours to gain from it.
And accomplish three tasks:
Excel my excellence, breathe to the fullest, and to go back to the soil (To enrich the soil with its given dust)
It’s obvious that I owe the world
My achievements will be accepted by the world like rent, being paid to the landlord, the Earth
Funny how we are all land owners
Of our lives and graves
And when my final chapter of existence is edited
The Earth will swallow my lifeless body
That will be my final payment from the dust I borrowed
But that is not the end if it
I will give trees nutrients
My soul will now travel as fresh air to the after life
“Ese es el ciclo de la vida.”
Mathibe Maloma
