To where would the soles of my feet lead?
Neither here nor there,
I hope for merry-making a distance from the home of nostalgia.
What could halt new memories from being made,
while old ones were long ago sown deep like a seed?
Then if I should travel,
it shall be to the beat of the heart of My Africa.
Every step deliberate and the body
willing to take in the beauty I call My Africa.
I’d strike a jump to land on the giant of Africa,
And with every step come face to face with the Zuma rock,
The spitting image of majesty
Where I’ll take a breather and confirm living, a mastery.
May my journey place me at a country, centre within the globe,
The land of sweetness, The land of cocoa
Exactly where Kintampo lies,
where waters tumble to flow down a divinity pool,
There, I’ll come back a better woman.
But why should I choose
When the rich soils underneath my feet beckon me forth?
Read – Where My Heart Is – A Poem by Pepita Mwanga, Tanzania
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