I tripped over a shadow today
and it reminded me
that things don't have to be real
to leave you scratched and bruised
and wishing you had paid more attention
to where you were stepping

What became of the land which birthed Nelson Mandela?
What became of the land which displayed unity,
A rainbow nation?
What became of the energy of 2010?
Why is there dissatisfaction?
What became of Steve Biko's consiousness?
Why do we have no confidence?
Why do we have to build high walls?
Why do we fear guns?
What became of 27 April 1994?
What became of my land?
What became of the rich African soil?
What became of my land?
What became of my land?


The land that once nourished patriotic seeds,
Now bears fruits of violence, corruption, sinister deeds.


What became of my land?

She comes around after day
for her scheduled visit.
Takes me to a place where
stars are served on oceanic platters.

She draws me closer to her at night
and pretends she didn't see any
other body while she was away,
somewhere in the milky way.

She circles around me
taking a deep look into my soul,

because she knows my soul will always be with her when this love affair with me, her and earth ends.

Take me,

Take me away.
Take me far away.
To a place
where love is the objective,
where making love is a respected  perspective.

Take me,

Take me far away.
To a place
where I cannot reach myself,
where rivers of hope in love meet at the margin of miracles.

Where everything works out.
Where all the seasons show up.

Then take me,
Take me to a garden;
Where a planted tree remains the only success I need,
Where soul is the only materialistic desire of greed.

Where we'll eat the forbidden fruits
And drink the sacred waters.
        
To a place where you can take me.

take me home.