Sometimes it is hard to see,

that every human ancestor came down from the same tree.

All our forebears lived on the same plot of African land

Living happily together until Eden turned to sand.

With little food to be found.

Our ancestors had to be outward bound.

Parting words were said,

And many tears were shed.

Some chose East,

Some chose West,

All hoping their directional choice was for the best.

Now after many a long year,

There are human everywhere.

Humans looking slightly different from one another

But all knowing deep down we share the same ancestral mother.

K Jones, Katikati.