So as I shut my eyes to sleep, they fill with tears,
for my homeland I weep
For its not just dust or dirt or stone,
it’s the land I belong to; it was my home!
And as long as I breathe upon this plain,
I will always feel this searing pain
Of a life that I had, and cherished and loved,
it was snatched from me this home that I loved
For wherever I lay my head in this world,
and whatever problems to me are hurled
It will never matter as much as home,
because away from my land I feel so alone
Not that I don’t have family or kin,
but it’s the place I miss; I have it within
My soul and being, my presence,
it’s me! and I will want to return for all eternity
And one day I will,
and this I assure, as there is only so much that I can endure
To be a foreigner in my parent’s homeland,
I do not belong here..you understand?
For I am African, through and through,
and I am here through heritage, what do I do?
I try to fit in with all of my might,
to be honest my friends it’s a constant fight!
I wish I could return to the land that I love,
I pray to the big man who lives above
But I know that I am blessed from where I have come,
the pride and the breeding cannot be undone.
For I am a African, my birthright, my heritage,
I had no part in the hate and carnage
I have my identity, and forever will be proud,
I will shout it from the rooftops, say it aloud!!
I did not ask for war, or hate and bloodshed,
I would stick to my guns until my deathbed
We are all Africans no matter our race,
for I think we all dearly love this place
So while I am far and pine for home,
I hope that my homeland comes into its own
God Bless Africa, it’s a special place,
am so thankful that it was my birthplace!
Written by Liz Crilly Bedford via Ubiquitas
Zimbabwean expat for Zimbabwe identified by all South Africans abroad.