Back To My Roots II

I’m going back to my roots, back to run in the forest nude

Or for special occasions, to wear animal skin for a suit

Traveling on foot, back to gathering fruits for food

Back to mama land, where my grandmother was wooed

Back to my roots, back to show Babu my gratitude

For reminding me my tradition, my customs, my roots

Back to show mother nature my heartfelt solicitude

Back to listen to birds sing and watch them brood

It has been long; I might have forgotten the route

But I’ll get there. In my heart the map was tattooed

Back to take away the thick green jungle’s solitude

To take a walk to the woods to play Nyatiti and a flute

Back to my roots, back to the village where I really belong

Back to listen to my grandmother sing her favorite folk song

Bye bye skyscrapers. Back to the wild, “Hallo Mugumo tree”

Back to run in the greenness of Nature. Back to feel free

Back to the mountain top, you will see my silhouette

You will see me watch the beautiful warm sunset

Back to drinking porridge from agwata (traditional Luo calabash)

Back to bartering. Back to the days of no money, no cash

Back to build my own simba (a traditional Luo grass-thatched hut)

East or west home is the best. Back to my roots

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-Edwin Onyango