there were many, little foxes.
Those mistakes my parents made.
They fell twice as constant, stumbled over and again. I would watch them at a distance. My feet crept to their door, my ears magneted against the wall.
Aye they never told me some, why would they? African parents. But I watched, and I learnt.
I learnt to look out for potholes while walking, and stones- clumsy me! Nothing on Earth could stop me from falling.
I followed their patterns in the dark, to retrace my steps. Holding railings, and whatever unfortunate thing that was in my way.
Every night I learnt, there were many of those foxes- they are only humans aren’t they?
I fell twice less as constant. i walked, a corner of my eyes to the ground, avoiding potholes and those dreadful stones. And in the dark, I turned on the lights!
Those were their mistakes, it wasn’t mine. Because it was their mistakes, I made sure it wasn’t mine.
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