Nostalgia
Oh mighty Gods of my clan
what crime did i commit that i should be banned
my mother's face i can not see
and near my tribesmen i could not be
Strange ways and practices i am condemed to observe
my local traditions and customs
i cannot preserve
Dreams of coconut trees and sandy beaches
floats in my head
but traffic jams and snowstorm
is what i get instead
Peanut butter soup, kola nuts and palm wine
is all i crave
from Africa, beautiful Africa
home of the brave
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