I was seven when we departed for East Africa
and what a journey lay ahead of us. First the
Suez canal which felt like you could touch the
opposite bank as we sailed through them.
We saw plenty of crocs and native people
hard at work planting and growing crops
dressed in very colourful long robes
Then out into the red sea on our way
to crossing the meridian date line
Back then in 1958 Neptune board
the ship and a ding dong party
took place welcoming him aboard.
On we went to Zanzibar and The
trade people looked pirates
These natives ware the first dark
skinned people we had met and
many of them bore horrific scars
with ears and limbs missing we
stuck close to our mum while
she reassured us they meant
us no harm we weighed anchor
and set off on the last leg of
our journey and docked in
Dar-es-Salaam on my eight
Birthday and to ten years of
pure bliss what a place to
grow up in I often wish
I was still there
With adjustments for the Date Line
Donald Trump is still doing fine
"I've done nothing wrong"
Was his mother's song
But now its become Donald's whine
I wrote a book - young man's adventures in Africa,
it was a hoot - I could have just stayed in my home town,
once you start it, you won't be able to put it down,
maybe a more accurate title - 'Fifty Shades Of Brown.'
It was like the Klondyke - digging on every corner,
vibrant, exciting, colonial but no gun at my hip,
occasionally, sometimes, I could revert to stiff upper lip.
I did what I had to do, like a privileged envoy,
ventured into the 'sticks,' should have had a cane,
where I could have prodded sleeping boys into life again,
'I bet you think these words are about you, you're so vain.'
Why do men climb mountains - there up, rising by,
I came back, so that people would ask me, Why?
I'm reaching critical
will the doctor please save me
Do I need to get hysterical
before a blessing can re bath me
I should be eternally great full
and trust me I don't need any confirmation
I just need a little blanket to sheild
me from all this breaking
I fear taking an antidote
because those things can make you crazy
You cure one major enigma
but another one is chasing
I want to know about my life
but a prophecy is too revealing
All I want to know is if these
wounds I feel will eventually heal
So doctor take your time
I'm maxing out all my life lines
I will be just fine
I know I'm far from the due date line
I'm just a young girl whose lost
I know this isn't anything new
So what's the rush?
It's just that these constant blows
Can confuse and eventually
make a weak girl want to choose