Like A Slave Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Where there are good things there is hard way to go. This poem was written in 2008 when I was among the enumerators of that year population sensus. I was given a ward where I was working. It was so hilly and tiresome to work on. I had to count House Hold Heads, economically, and socially. I was really practising demographic science in counts. Mmm... It was difficult to work on! ! I was walking on foot for three weeks and some days, village after village, house after house. So bad indeed. In the end I received what I wanted, the money! !