Daughter of the land
I wanted to talk to you, but you couldn’t listen
So now, am determined to reach out to you,
for, as the daughter of hope left Africa ,
with her beauty of envy.
All the sons want to tell her story
But as the story transforms,
And if words choose wisely
I am the son who has a story.
And the only for real story.
So listen, listen to me.
Listen to the voice of the land.
Listen to the voice in the sun,
And the groan of the storm.
Ooh listen, and shall you feel the wail
Of a mans heart, the groan of pain
And that of hope, that of gain
Listen at the echo of madness,
That of fear, that of range, that of the unknown
And feel the passion of the sawn seeds,
Seeds that bitters at sunrise
And sweetens at noon
In the streams of the land
In the hills of bananas
And plantations of coffee
At the burn of the sun,
In the mountains of the west lands.
The brown eyes blink, as the horn blows
And fine Maliba tunes play softly in the cool breeze
But all there is for the land is loss,
As it wails in full moon
Crying for the dryness, the destruction
The lifelessness and all unfairness
to come to an end.
So listen, listen to me now.
Listen to this which burns inside of me.
With the agility of a lion
And the strength of the tongue.
Listen to what consumes me
The intense secrets
And memories of times-ooh those times!
The times that I will give anything to go back to
The moments when hope was the land
And the land was home.
The secrets, the jokes, the wishes, the life
Back when life had definition
With a direction leading towards a destination
So please listen, listen to me
For I beg you to pay attention
For there is power in knowledge
For in silence you’ll have your way
For the noon streams are running dry
As banana hills lack life
And the coffee fields are flooded with starvation
With thirst, with loss, with wishes
And the hope to see you again.
Listen to me; listen to me now as I speak
Because I miss it
Back when streams used to flow
And rivers brought happiness
Back when rainfall showed blessings
And winds whispered a breeze
The breeze of happiness and liveliness
Back then in those times
When starvation was out of sight
And thirst was out of mind
Those days you were always present
Back when life had a meaning.
If words had no life
And listening had no power
Then you wouldn’t have heard about the land
Nor would you have felt the loss
But listen to me
Because deep down my heart is a rag
The only place that can’t be replaced
For vivid memories of your smile
Your laughter, your slow motion walk, your glance
And colorful portraits of you, of you, of you
Staring at the green fields of coffee and banana trees
With your elastic dark hair following the wind in flight
And all this… is so filling the rag
So listen, listen to me
Listen to me for you will have your say
For your story is that of hope
And your departure was so fast
For missing you is now a slogan
And waiting for you is all I do
So please listen, listen to my last request
Listen to all my wishes
For…..If only you returned
If only you called
If only you wrote
If only you coughed in my life
To ease this urge to see you
The anxiety to feel you
And the burn to tell you
How it would help
To know you the more, the more…
To be sure you are fine,
To burst matatu conductors
To confess, to reveal, to crack jokes
To laugh at them, to disagree, to stare,
To enjoy the sun and to just walk- to talk!
How I’d love it all
To come to me now
Back to me in one piece
How I’d long for that
But all this can’t be
Because of the distance
Because you don’t feel it
Because you have another beautiful life
Because you are more beautiful than that other life
Because you don’t know it
And me-ooh poor me! – the emptiness’
Because i cannot say it!