When I was born

When I was born, I hated where I was born!

 Sun bright and orange, dazzling the sky.

 From the Zambezi to Limpopo!

 A scourge on a foreigner's pale skin!

 Nature prepared me for this sun.

 Brown eyes and dark skin!

 Nature prepared me for this sun!

 The delicious maize and mango across an old farm.

 Owned by an old settler!

 Plunder!

Books where the only remedy to my poverty.

 Somewhere in this house of stone, my peasant mother owned.

 First son of the third wife and not much to aspire for.

But nature prepared me for this role!

 Stubborn and rude to destiny.

So I built my own house of stone

 Book by book, I built the foundation

 Lured and left it for a house of plastic

 Somewhere in America!

Lesson learned!

When I die, I will love where I die!