Homesick
Voice of a stranded life abroad, yearning to return home...no matter the situation, home is really where the heart is.
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I have wandered in this wilderness for so long
This hell men call paradise,
This desert men call greener pastures,
My pallid bones seeks refuge.
I am coming home,
Tell my brothers I’m coming home
That on stones
We may crack nuts together once again.
On this desert
I have chewed worms for so long
On this land
I have swallowed frogs for so long
And every night they keep grunting through my nose.
I’m coming home
Tell my brothers I’m coming home
Tell my mother I’m coming tonight
In a warmth corner,
Tell my mother to lay my mat.
© Awuah-Mainoo Gabriel 2018