I felt I wanted to share this story again. My hero Solomoni used to help us in our garden. He had to return to Malawi because his wife was ill. We were worried when we had no word from him but we knew his resources were limited.
A friend of his managed to find out that he is okay and his wife is recovering from Malaria.
His struggle is shared by so many around the world.
It’s heartbreaking….
The night
he crossed the border,
he left his heart behind.
He tried to hold back the tears,
as he thought of his sad departure
and his brokenhearted family.
The truck that brought him here
traveled for many days.
He was tired and hungry
and missing home.
The journey was hard to bear,
but he knew
he had to keep going.
He had to find a way
to put food on his family’s table.
Many had made the journey
before him.
His wife and children wept
when they saw him go,
but somehow
they understood the necessity.
The cupboards were empty
and their threadbare clothes
reminded them
why he had to go.
He knew he was the one
who could make the long journey.
He was strong enough,
fearless enough to make a home
in a foreign land.
He longed to hold them in his arms
to hush their frightened tears.
He didn’t see them for years
he sent his wages home.
He slept at night alone,
praying in the darkness,
not knowing when he would return.
He tended gardens lovingly,
and he sang to make time go by.
He dreamed of starting a business
in the small village
where he lived.
But he knew resources where scarce
in his country of birth.
A heroic man,
far from his home.
He left the warm heart of Africa,
an asylum seeker,
to make a better life for his family.
He has bravely born illness, injury,
and even imprisonment,
never complaining.
He is bright and cheerful
and thankful for the little he has.
He is an example to many
a bright and shining star!
…..and in spite of everything he went through, he kept telling me that “God is good”
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