They said baby come home,
Worried and anxious about how you living alone,
I said i'd lost patience sick and tired of waiting for your dreams to come along,
And so i packed my bags, wrote a note and i was gone!

what does it feel like to be me?
When you stare at my reflection what'd you see?
A smudged painting, ripped canvas that's all i could be
An error in your work of art
You forgot i chose my life
I am glad i let go because now i can breathe

They said baby come home,
Although It's not the same, people ambushed, still put to shame
Killed for sport, life cut short used as the governments pawn,
I heard a baby wail, a mother cry gunshots that have left a wound that will take 5 generations to heal,
An orphaned child grown but immature to fulfil his fathers will
Hate, revenge and melancholy is all the heart can feel
Numb to love , peace, joy because he was raised in a warzone
Homes become barracks
Relatives become comrades
Friends become foes
Prying over deep rooted pains feeding off people's ignorance so long noone knows
But i know,
The soil bleeds me, when night time comes i listen to the moon console the land beneath me
I transform into a Goddess, strong and ready for battle,
The lines on my face and the past i carry is fatal
Remember abantu!!!
Remember abantu!!!
We can no longer fight for what rightfully belongs to us, that time is past
Ndezvedu!...

To continued.

Done by Gabriella Kundiona (Afrikka)