Hi yall,
As time draws near, as the clock ticks closer to my journey into the heart of Africa. People call it the cradle of civilization....this journey will test me personally and physically which I'am looking forward to. I personally ask you all to keep me in your prayers. Africa called the Dark Continent has its mysteris and myths. I'am not going to unlock any of them, but all i tend to unlock is my personal experience with people who live in extreme poverty. Poverty cannot be defeated over nights or months it will take years and years of not only hard work but a peaceful co-existence. I'am writing this during a period where 100,000 people were killed by nature’s fury and governments stand separated by their ideals and policies. Again i ask you to check this blog spot and give me your thoughts on my day to day experience in Africa. Stay in touch.
Sam
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Tagore
"I lived on the shady side of the road and watched my neighbours' gardens across the way revelling in the sunshine.
I felt I was poor, and from door to door went with my hunger.
The more they gave me from their careless abundance the more I became aware of my beggar's bowl.
Till one morning I awoke from my sleep at the sudden opening of my door, and you came and asked for alms.
In despair I broke the lid of my chest open and was startled into finding my own wealth."
i'am trying to dicpher the poem...whats the inner meaning?
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