She alighted from the plane exhausted
Filling nauseous and dizzy
Change has arrived to take away her naivety
It was her first time abroad
Jolted by the shock that awaited her arrival
The slap of autumn cold on her skin felt like the scorch from the sun
It was like running away from the frying pan
And jumping into fire itself
The crippling cold must be her new demon
She felt an intense rush of her adrenalin
Only yesterday the dry Harmattan wind ruffled her charm
Now, a new culture lay before her troubled mind
How will she survive the ordeal?
How will she live so far away from home?
Will she survive without Mama’s pot of soup?
She knew she must fight her fears
She knew she must slay all her demons
She must plunge herself into this new adventure
Thus, survival became her new song
Submitted for the Daily Prompt – Survive.
Peace and Love!
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