The road would be made of cobblestone,
Each step taken forward, a victory,
Each one taken back, a lesson.
On each side of the road, there would be numerous trees.
Watered by the tears I have shed over the years.
The leaves would be images of my life, my friends, my family, all those I hold dear.
The branches would be the stories that linked all those people together.
The roots, the events that have strengthened these relationships.
Just as trees shed leaves sometimes, so would the pictures reduce as one approached the end of the road.
At the end of the lane, a bench.
One to sit on at the end of life,
An opportunity to reminisce on what once was.
By Nawekulo Wanjugu
