My Two Brothers

One left home, traveled across the seas to study, then to study further. He found a job in a city. There, he met his love. They held hands and moved across the seas, to a third and neutral place, together. Both landed as strangers in a new world; their separate pasts and ideas packed into their suitcases, brought in tow. Together, they maneuver what it means to live there as they create a new path for themselves and their children.

The other left home, traveled across the seas, to study, then to study further. He found a job in a city. There, he met his love. They held hands and moved across the seas, back to what used to be his home, together. No doubt he returned a changed man, and she had packed her past and ideas into her suitcase and brought it along to make a new home, with him. Together, they maneuver what it means to live there as they create a new path for themselves and their children.

Who is to say one is braver or better than the other, or one is right and the other wrong.

My brothers!
The Zambian Bush!

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