I trudged on,
The blazing sun forcing me to stop for shelter,
Under a small withered tree,
Why was my life so cruel,
What did I do to deserve it,
I can't disappoint my family ,
They could all be dead by now,
I must keep going,
I must not stop again,
I stumbled on,
Suddenly a glistening gleaming river approached me,
I bent down to scoop up the liquid,
But all i could feel was the hard dry unyielding ground,
Of Africa,
I soon realised that i had been mocked again,
By a mirage ,
Again and again that cruel image of hope had sent me sobbing a crying out,
For water,,
The muddy track i was following soon led to dirty foul water that I must drink,
I filled my pail to the brim,
Then set of on the long journey home...