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Nqubeko chase Sithole


Love take me home

Take me back to where it all began
Take me back to the first of where we ran
Take me back to Africa, where I see the diverse culture's falling in love
With their beautiful difference's.
Although I sometimes want to be alone and celebrate you, my love,
I want to go home before I die.

This life of falling in love gives me ‘suicidal romance'
We've gone too far, let's go back.
It was back in Africa where I found you, ‘my love'
It is back in Africa where I want you to take me ‘my love'.

It was back in Africa where I wanted to make you my wife before I die.
The beauty of Africa reflected in your eyes, yet so dark and yet so far.
Although sometimes I want to be alone and celebrate you, ‘my love'
Please take me home before I die.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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This poem was inspired by a young boy who had a dream of getting married to a western woman. He was african. He fell for an american girl, only to wake up one morning to realise he never loved her, he just wanted to achive a dream of a western woman. so he prayed to god and asked for an african rooted woman. His prayer was full of anger and 'LOVE TAKE ME HOME' was his prayer.

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