A poem about crossroads, life, fate, a choices we make, trusting in God to help us along the paths we choose.

Has it ever occurred to you what life would be if we are all capable of the same things. I’d bet that life would be boring. It is like living in a world ruled by machines. Everyone is doing the same thing and are all capable of the same things?! Yikes!

There are weekends, when you are busy, running outside to get some food for the weekend. There are weekends, when you want to exercise or mediate to relax. There are weekends, when you spend your time drinking some soft drinks.

Choose The Right Path.

There are theories which agree on the fact, that Burundi is in the Center of Africa, because of the discovery of the source of the Nile in Lake Tanganyika, by the Austrian hydrologist, Oscar Bauman. In this instant, that we are discussing on environment, the Center of Africa is in particular the main point of focus. Burundi used to be called Ruanda-Urundi under the German Protectorate of the League of Nations which had its headquarters in Bern, Switzerland.

I kind of dislike this Poem, but I’m posting it because it’s part of me, even if I dislike it.

You can’t bear the emotional weight you are carrying.

Poem.

Paths of love have to be negotiated with tenderness.

The choices we make shape our destiny,they decide how our story is told to humanity.