Desination Filabusi

packing up my clothes, looking good, leaving the city,heading home, I'm going destination Filabusi, i'm happy,i'm joyous and alive, the bus terminus a hive of activity, the old battered bus has swallowed us, yes i'm going destination Filabusi, the drunken men sing, old songs of their childhood, heading home sweet home, to see children before they go asleep, in their beloved land of Filabusi, the children perched on their mothers' laps, glued outside the rattling bus windows, told by their mothers to look out for the wild, at Chipangali animal orphanage, there we follow the marvelous Gwanda/Beitbridge road, slithering on the edge of the mountains, the deep silent gorges,not for the faint hearted, on my way to Filabusi, look at the gigantic exposed rocks of Mbalabala, not to forget the mysterious burning mountain, the great Mzingwane River we cross, to the place of gold my home, arriving at destination Filabusi, pleasant view of the misty mountains, the ever green fields and abundant waters of Fort Rixon, coupled by the return of the chief, dispersed by the colonial era to Gokwe, we welcome you back chief Jahana Khumalo.