Where I come fromIs in the mountainsThe green hills, a thousand hillsBeautiful enough to liveBut I do not rest my life there any moreI am a refugeeOne that succumbed to the brutesBrutes that ran my kin I am a refugee. It all started in the month of April 1994,From a beautiful place I called homeThe place where I was raisedThe only place where my childhood smiles splitIt started when my kith and kin alienatedThen the whole parted Machetes and guns got imported in my birth homeHidden and sold to the foe, to clear humanity.Then intrigue stepped in Next were the deaths of millionsSoaking my only home with blood samplesBurning down homesThe green land turned red with grey ashesAnd then I lost my homeI ran for my lifeI am now a refugee. Undeniably a refugee!One with no keen and kithOne 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 sunTo shine and rise in my favor To set and I hopeThe streets and camps are my homesI miss home because I am nothing but a refugee The special days have passedThe New Year was a call awayChristmas will be the sameSanta will know our wishesWe carry nothing with us, But the golden memories, that bind us in the wild, Camps and streetsWe crave for hope,That one day God sends us our dreams, Like “maana,” the food from heaven. I stay yours The refugee.
