I have spent my life running
Running away from the very place
I long for now with the very core of my being
The dusty streets of my youth
The bumby roads of our village
beckon me as lights surround me.
The Familiar sounds of my home
The moment I could make sense of the world
I wanted to leave home behind.
The cow dung we used to clean the house
is now the sweetest odour known to men.
I see the world, it is beatiful
but my little corner of the world
I will always call home, amongst my people.
Where the stars own the night.