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Golden rays bid me farewell, And the world turns to slumber. In this dying light a cool dusk breeze plays around my bare feet. Another African night is about to begin. Not untamed or wild, Just friendly, My home. All around me crickets slowly wake, A nightjar smoothly singing background. The familiar skyline has changed yet red tinges still lurk, Also unwilling to leave. This land has captured my heart, And she knows, She knows that wherever my life leads me I’ll always come back home.