Take me home
Home where my heart beats for
Deep in the village of my youthful days
Take me home
Home where they speak my forefathers language not this foreign talk
Take me home
Where they still dance kilumi our traditional dance
Take me home
Where they still have fermented milk in the guards
Take me home where the calves jump in ecstasy at the sight of the African sunset
Take me home even for a day then return me here to play with this prison
Take me home
Home where I tasted the knife of circumcision and the elders then told me,”You are now a man.”
Take me home where I met Kasilili my childhood sweetheart
A beautiful girl with beautiful African stature
A nice gap at the lower teeth and such a nice curve like kilungya the potter’s pot
Take me home
Where the weaver birds sing better than an artist known to mankind
Take me home where generosity is key and every visitor is welcomed
Take me home
To my beautiful African village of Wendano
The land of my ancestors
I am sick and tired of this world of techno newbies
Where respect is washed off
I am sick and tired of the noise of their cars and their milling factories
I am sick and tired of their meals that are always malady causing
I am sick and tired of their selfish antics and their social disorder
Son of my progeny
I love your progress
I have enjoyed good time with you and my in-law
But really
The city is not my place
Take me home