A chick is hatched, the farmer feeds and takes care of it for many days.
As the chick grows into a chicken, it gets used to the farmer’s care, believing it is safe
However, one day, a once in a lifetime event occurs, the farmer takes a knife and severs it’s head.
In that moment, all dreams, fears and desires of the chicken come to an end.
Our lives are no different, we live for a while, then we don’t.
We are only flowers blooming for a season
We are crops, ripe for harvest
Behold, the farmer with a sickle
He does not give notice,
He does not consult
He harvests whenever he decides.
We live in an abattoir
Moments away from the butcher’s knife
We do not have a life
We only have a moment
Life is life
Fabio is a mental health professional, researcher and lecturer of psychology at Kenyatta university