I am from a place where the sun still rises from the mountains
And curses the land filled with crops which relieve hunger pains
I am from a place where the Mozambican border is just around the corner
A place somewhere between Tsonga and Swati
A place of identity crises.

I am from a place where the neighbours seem to care
They greet you with a smile so large you wonder if itโ€™s real
They wave from afar and shout out your name
They show their face when they need you
And then show their backs when you need them.

I am from a place where my heart lies
Where a mom grew me old from infancy
Where a dad lived too short a life
And left too soon for heaven
Where an older brother is an inspiration
Where a little sister is a nostalgic nuisance.