Going Back Home - Poem by Luo Zhihai
★ Going Back Home
☆ Poetry by Hannington Mumo
Traveled I to exotic places across the continent,
Dined with kings and queens and princes and princesses,
Seen foreign shores and mountains and ranges and ports;
I feel great attachment to such picturesque scenic places.
Yet I feel nostalgic about my home in Africa,
I desperately long to be with my family and friends
And feel tropical sun warm my forehead once more
And see the lions and elephants in their natural trends.
I long to walk down that footpath to my rural home
And reminisce upon my schooling youthful days,
Imagine I've heard my grandma's demised voice call again
Asking if I'd like some millet cake that distinguishes our ways!
Watch the expansive field marked with graves
Of all those mattered to me but are now no more,
Gone into the fertile Africa soil and to wait for the rain
To germinate the seeds of wisdom and love in its core.
So I bid you farewell my foreign friends,
Spread beyond the seas and too dear to forget,
I wish I could be split into parts to be with you all at once;
For could I would forever hold you all to your chest.
▲ Chinese Translation
☆ [肯尼亚] 汉宁顿•武茂（1987-） 诗
☆ [中国] 罗志海（1954-） 译
On March 30,2015, Translation
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