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HOME Two sharp screams from the south east of the south stream, A woman giving birth to an infant, just after sunset That’s the sound of a new life There’s no gift lovelier than a newly born child to the Mandingos of Gambia It’s never too soon for two elderly hands to raise the infant to the moon Thanking the Almighty God for the newly born in the newly found home The floors of the ‘Nyarubuye’ church Are still a home, they are still as cold, and sits all souls, awaiting for their relatives', families' and Tutsi ritual mourns Lord! They wait in sore hope Every evening back to the church, all the way they wonder From their mass graves in Rwanda In the banks, of the Great Lakes Refugee Camp You’re a home to the ‘Banyamulenge’, peoples and survivors of the vicious jaws of the ‘Impuzamugambi’ and the ‘Interahamwe’! His spirit chanted on chariots, over the Atlantic back to his womb land The dark soils of Guinea, still home and a haven of rest to Ahmed Diallo’s bones He fought well, and preserved a valuable from the canines, of the spices of 'Kamanyak' Only to see home again, feel the pain of Sengbe and the captives La Amistad taking lives, of their 'capturers' There is no land like home And Africa… is my own