https://soundcloud.com/future-paradisehttps://soundcloud.com/future-paradiseThe Nolstagia of the homelands,
Epic times in the village.
On my grandfathers white truck. Sitting in the back eating a peanut butter and jam sandwich wearing matching tights and crop tops that revealed bare stomachs. Toothless gums and never ending smiles. Toes peeping through crossed sandals and heels dirty from the red ocher soil. Giggles. Skipping about in endless bouts of energy. The love and warmth of the African sunset intensely etching memories that would stay with me for the rest of my days.
His name was Mbongwa Zeblon Tsabedze. He was the kings accountant. I still remember the way he held his cigarette leaning out from my grandmothers bedroom window on Saturday mornings.
Its particularly the gentleness in his voice and his ability to sit un-bothered in our living room without his shirt on. I reminisce of these times with a heavy heart.
I miss the man.
If he were alive, I would still have a place to call a home.
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