HOME SWEET HOME 

Anytime I hear the ship hoot its horn
I remember home, when I watched papa plays his flute
Anytime I see the ships sail to Africa 
I remember our farm, when we set traps to catch rats
Oh! Home sweet home

I am divided miles away from home
Brought here against my will
I’m forced to do what tens of men back home would do
And forced to eat what looks like worms
Whiles at home I ate fufu
Oh! Home sweet home

Oh God! What has happened to papa with his heart disease?
How grown is Mamuna, my sweet sister?
She might be big now with boys running after her
Yaw my naughty little brother
Who understood every trick I played
How grown is he?
Oh! Home sweet home

I know I may never return
So I would always watch the ships return from Africa
And keep the memories of my home in my heart
And tell the coloured kids stories of my home
Oh! Home sweet home sweet

MY LAST, MY LOVE

These are words I have never used before.
They are my last, my friend.
Dusk is almost up.
We decided at the cross road
That we go together
But I’m sorry friend
Either you go or I take the lead.

Memories of our past would be kept sacred
Remember when nightfall’s
That I had your hand before sunlight
Tell them how extraordinary we behaved
My failing heart would linger between our past and my future
Hold me once again, my love
Let’s cherish this forever.
Until if there would be another summer, goodbye

SPYGLASS

To them I stand for blame
But to me in my heart I see the way ahead of the journey
I see through the tinniest glass
I speak from fear
Because fear of the coming makes me violent
I think about more than I forget
And I know what they hid from you
Why all these bleeding smiles?
Why all these sudden misshapen?
For them I lost
But for me I sleep with relief
That I have changed the world
And they would know it was me