Thoroughbred

Man was not meant to be domesticated.

He may live within the confines of brick and mortar, but his heart longs for the open seas, his eyes long for the clear view of the skies.

He wears suits and ties but his body longs for the naked freedom of his forefathers.

He may move in metallic locomotives but his feet long to touch the warmth of the earth and his legs desire the majestic motion of a mammal.

A human being is a thoroughbred. He is born pure, unadulterated.

He is not just rare. He is the only one.

The blood that flows in his veins, is the blood of royalty.

Nature looks at the human and wonders , what happened to him?
He is divine yet he imbibes in the profane.

He was designed as a Ferrari for the formula one track

But he moves around like a donkey in the seasonal roads of Mwihoko.

Fabio is a mental health professional, researcher and lecturer of psychology at Kenyatta university