Don't call me home

Dont call me home

i am a shadow
i have seen the dawn and sat through the dusk
But yet to see my budding self blossom
to become of good omen to africa
to become a servant of mother continent

Dont call me home
I am yet to sing my song

I don't  want to be a god before I live

Let me live until I find love

Wrapt in vowels and syllables 
Of words spoken to silently 

With a sweet mellow touch

Don't call me home 

I am still small

Who will I be in front of Sobukwe

What will I tell Biko

How will I look at Sankara

How will I tell Nkrumah

That Africa was still not united 

Still fragmented by the erstwhile plunderers

Don't call me home 

You are till within me 

A vicar of hope and life 

Let me live until I am free 

Until the midnight and the noon 

Both stare at me with cheers

Not until I have walked my mile 

Until both the way back 

And the pearly gates are the same

Let me live until there is no live to live 

But a journey home