My soul roams free over your blistering plateaux
And yet I cannot reach you
I cry for dusty, desolate roads...
Reach back.....I beseech you!

I yearn for your bewildering sea breezes
Your mountains tug my heart
Fascinated as the Protea sneezes
Fynbos, vineyards, donkey cart.

These memories embedded are my torture
I writhe within my pain
Berg winds, sand and sun that'll scorch you
I pray for my obsession to wane.

It's not the people that I miss
Their ****** violence will only defile
Your pulse, your rhythm and oh...your kiss
'Oh Africa!' ..........cries this exile.

Your virus has penetrated veins
My heart and brain conflicted
Your dreaming time remains
Forever, my soul addicted!