Hannover - Germany    25^th June 1992

Africa - my motherland

Raisins condensating in the sun

Kraus below, having fun.

Hustle and bustle in the market place,

I find impatience in this race:

Correct and proper yet so abrupt

In the streets the Turks are corrupt

Selling dope to chubby slobs

While more than three-thousand are looking for jobs.

Christian Harke takes the ash

As Benson and Hedges takes the cash.

The forward flow is right, not left

Pouches are held tight - afraid of theft.

I am a foreigner in my grandmother's town

A South African in a German gown.

Eight-twenty pm, yet the sun still shines

Greenwich holds the boundaries on times.

My motherland so far away,

A place of criminality they say

But in my heart your beauty burns;

Even as a new leaf in my life turns;

As in yours, dear S.A.

But now a favour - if I may:

Look after my family, and keep them gay.

Codesa will help determine the way.

And with these thoughts - I must away.