I Desire Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

I desire to see home again;
The rolling hills die into plains
Dotted with stunted acacias,
And desolate huts
And paths outgrown by bushes,
Waiting for July to shade leaves;

I desire....
That peculiar sensation of loneliness;
Solitary Eagle and scavenging kites
roaming azure blue skyline,
Like dots of black pebbles in the sea

I yearn for my old absorption of
Watching birds swarming
in the dusty horizon above blue hills
provoking my boyish mind of ennui,
Wondering if and when the flocks
Will ever come back...

I desire...the sight of cows roving;
criss-crossing barren pastures,
boys following in crowd;
Whistling passionately:
their anonymous tunes…

The provocative dogs that
scavenge rural neighbourhoods
Engaging boys who pelt stones at them,
then (the boys) dribble the Nylon soccer
on dusty fields calling names and laughing noisily.

I desire to see home again,
Circular huts smoking in the sunset,
To know without seeing of cooking meal in a tripod stove,
and grey ash pouring burning woods
Of faggots that childes into fiery rendezvous fire,
humiliating the pot with blackness…

I desire to be home again,
To run errands to the stream
Where tadpole swim forever with fish
And the riverwater flows endlessly
Sweeping sands and algae!

i desire to be child again
to watch the rising of the moon,
or bathe in the setting of the sun
and the night will be warmed
by tales and stories of homeland...