Where Do I Belong Poem by kaunda kapungwe

it was a night and a night of silence,
it was a rumble and a rumble of non wrestlers,
it was a dream and a dream of non dreamers,
it was a rhythm and a rhythm of no sound,
then i realized that it was something being built from nothing
it was nothing plus nothing which equal to something...

as a man feeling too hot on ice,
as a pig feeling clean in mud,
as a baby feeling too strong to fight,
as a story book without words,
as a school without class rooms...

therefore this is life,
a real one and nothing more,
the only truth and no other.
believe in oneself and not delusion,
live to enjoy the moment and not being lustful,
at the end you will find life to be useless if
you are too fascinated by the bad fruits,
but those who follow the good fruits end up with a
smiling face like in fairy tales