Going Back Home Poem by Thabani Khumalo

From the day that I was borne
I was clear about my life -
that I wanted to be the greatest;
the Great above the great,

but, then life happens and you fall into snares -
usually from family,
immediate surrounding,
and all those great oppressors that suppress the soul of man.

But now, that I am all grown up
and I'm becoming clear about my life,
I am going to the former glory of our people -
back to the time when our fathers were sane -
back to the time when our fathers were princes, kings, ... Gods!

That is the glory I am going to take back to the future.
Nothing!
Nothing less than that is not good for me.
Only the best is good enough.
I am rising again to be the greatest.
I am going back home