Where I come from
Is in the mountains
The green hills, a thousand hills
Beautiful enough to live
But I do not rest my life there any more
I am a refugee
One that succumbed to the brutes
Brutes that ran my kin
I am a refugee.

It all started in the month of April 1994,
From a beautiful place I called home
The place where I was raised
The only place where my childhood smiles split
It started when my kith and kin alienated
Then the whole parted
Machetes and guns got imported in my birth home
Hidden and sold to the foe, to clear humanity.
Then intrigue stepped in
Next were the deaths of millions
Soaking my only home with blood samples
Burning down homes
The green land turned red with grey ashes
And then I lost my home
I ran for my life
I am now a refugee.

Undeniably a refugee!
One with no keen and kith
One with no home, no more,
One whose food is the weevil
I now live to lament "east or west home is worse.”
Who says that?
To a land that yielded him
No one!
I am left with nothing, but to wake up and plead with the sun
To shine and rise in my favor
To set and I hope
The streets and camps are my homes
I miss home because I am nothing but a refugee

The special days have passed
The New Year was a call away
Christmas will be the same
Santa will know our wishes
We carry nothing with us,
But the golden memories, that bind us in the wild,
Camps and streets
We crave for hope,
That one day God sends us our dreams,
Like "maana,” the food from heaven.

I stay yours

The refugee.