when I feel a soft breeze touch my skin
and I ear laughter amidst child cries
and I ear grazing heard approach when it's homing time
and I ear them imagine what outside world looks like
and I keenly listen I ear the work of blacksmith on air
and it smells a golden smell of a very close stable
and I ear the community cock_alarm calling the others,it's morning
and a dense humid winds feels like there is rain somewhere,
and children are heard being given serious instructions
and I can feel respect seriously on the air
please don't wake me. because,
am home, African home.
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