Domicile

I am a foreigner in this land of blacks

That I’ve lived and trekked all tracks

For days till I’s bare foot with cracks.

I am a missionary from Europe

Send to bring good news and hope

To a land of paganism to stop.

I was young when I came to Africa

With dad David and mom Rebecca

White complex replaced as in Eureka.

My father embarked on his mission

To fulfil his mother church’s vision

They called it the ‘Mathew’s Commission.’

He dragged me to primitive villages

Made me greet barbaric man images

Went around preaching gospel pillages.

I am a foreigner in this land of blacks

That I’ve lived and trekked all tracks

Come to bring hope where it lacks.

I’s not meant to be a missionary of Europe

Not to tramp around the uncivilized Africa

I’s meant to be a mercenary of hope.

Father died of some tropical disease

That day I rejoiced I’s at peace

Mama cried a river her sorrow to appease.

I am foreigner from Europe

I am a mercenary of hope

In Africa I found home.

In Africa I own extensive tracks

Foreigner in a land of blacks

They bicker, I never back.

I’ve now forgotten Europe

I live in Africa I brought hope

Uncivilization I brought to stop.

No other home I’ve lived

No other home I’ve saved

Shall live till I’m graved.