Home oh my sweet, I know you are near me when I smell cow’s dung in khulu’s kraal.
As friendly as you might be to my nostrils I must approach with caution and respect for spike and blue are clumsy and always hungry for a bite after every bark.
You are my everything, my father’s green fields of maize and groundnuts.
You are the coal stove that warms and cooks for us all.
You are my inheritance and my sister’s palace, yes you are Gogo’s open arms and loving hugs and kisses.
You’re the place of the rising sun early in the morning when the cock cock-a-doodle-dos.
You are the face of my mother
You are home where I can be me.