Ever since, I left the home where my memories where raised
To the home where my DNA was born,
In my journey to find the answer, I waited for no one
And I held a conversation with myself
âtell me, where is home?!â
My soul hesitatingly, whisperedâŚ
 Home is where the music plays to the rhythm of my soul
Home is where the birds sing to wake me up,
and where I fall asleep to the soft breeze of a Midsummer Night's rain
Home is where you forgive, forget and love me more
like the tender rays of the amiable afternoon sun
is for the homelands; Africa, and Abu Hamad.
E is for our adornment of Ebony,
for Epiphany, never Economy!
F is for forests and jungles from Karura to Longmore
H is for the drawings on my hand with paints of Henna
I for outsiders killing our elephants
J is Juba; a story of survival
K is for Kisra and the wrinkled hands making it.
L is for Lagos, the heartbeat of my Africa
M is for Masaai Mara; a past that lingers within us
N is for the holy Nile; drink it, love it, and you will always come back for it.
O is for Oceans united with unbounded, eternal love.
P is for Passion & Poetry, the language in which our ancestors spoke.
Q is for Quiche, another faux imposed from outlanders, like the white supremacy complex.
R is the red color of love and Sea
S is for the sweat, tears and blood that home is forever built on.
T is for a Sari turned Toub; cultures intertwined, just like you and me.
U if for the tears I cry at night for a little dusty city of history, culture, love and pain, called Umdurman.
V is where the blood of my veins flow from, pumping passion from a Lake called Victoria
W is for the pain of the mothers
W is the war of greed, eternally sucking the soul out of bodies
Leaving nothing behind but zombies
X is for the X-rated stories,
Y is Youth, hope of our future.
