I’m definitely sure that P.Diddy didn’t have me in mind when he and Skylar Grey sang/rapped the song ‘Coming Home’, but I’m still in love with it right now. And that’s because it just conveys so accurately (at least the chorus) what’s happening right now. I’ve not been on this blog in ages no thanks to my lackadaisical attitude. She (my blog-yes, she’s a girl) probably would have ended up as the latest in a series of broken dreams and aspirations if not for divine intervention. (can i get a ‘hallelujah’ from somebody!!)
And yes, the divine intervention came in different forms, ranging from my attempts to ginger myself especially after a very inspiring sermon in church, to humans including one simply called Stranger. He read my first and only post and was like , ‘Girl, do something!!!’ And well, it doesn’t take much to do something. All you have to do is SOMETHING.
And so here I am, and I’m back for good. *inserts amen*
Well, the news this past week has been crazy. From Twittville to the real world. News of the infamous and still elusive ABSU 5 in the rape case caused a stir this past week as well as news of acid baths, oil baths and the likes. Its becoming a scary, loveless world that we live in So, strangely enough, inspiration came to me this week in the office during a spell of boredom. I mused over the sad state of affairs in our nation, especially with regards to our relations with one another and voila, our ‘coming home’ post for the week!!
It’s a tad dramatic but then, oh well!!! Enjoy!
Sing a song for us, mama
A joyous chant to the clapping of hands
As we sit gathered round you
Listening to the crickets sing their song in the dark
The flame flickers as the wind passes by her
Dancing in anticipation of your tune
Your children are here
Sing a song for us, mama
A song of work and wealth
Earned through sweat and tears
The way it was in your days
An ode, for the way it once was
For the way it ought to be
Sing a song for us, mama
About the evil in the land
A song that mourns the wife killed by her own husband
The friend scarred by her own friend
The girl whom five men rose against
A dirge rising to the highest heavens
Rousing even the dead that lie in the deep
Telling them that those on the earth
Will not walk in love
But have chosen to dwell in strife and violence
We must learn from you, mama
We must water the seeds you have given
From the fruits we have eaten
For without this
The end would come for us
And so, mama
Sing to us
We listen in quiet
If only the world would hear
I really do like this