Homecoming is about celebrating the beauty of Africa.
Homecoming
My heart swells with a love for
Africa, the thunder of drums
beneath the green canvas of
tents,
the roar of lions across the
rivers and
marshes, the swell of oceans
that kiss
the hulls of oil ships crossing
the
Horn of Africa, the rains
across
the mountains that slap against
the skin, bracing and alive,
the jazz clubs, the night
spots,
Africa why are we alive if not
for your
music? Your Mandelas, your
cruise ships,
your safaris,
the dreams of little black boys
and
little black girls in their school
clothes
speaking and rapping in Swahili
and Zulu,
Afrikaans and Tswana.
Africa I am the last ship crossing
the canal
yearning to run against the sands
of foreign shores
but I will never forget you,
your sweet morula,
the language of my fathers and
mothers barefooted
and straining, tilling the hard
soil for watermelons
and wheat.
Africa I see you on the backs of
postcards
and upon the silver screen,
Africa I see you as my plane
lands on
the tarmac in Oliver Tumbo or
on
the runways of Sir Seretse
Khama and
all these songs say,
“Welcome back.”
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