Welcoming Land

Why they come back

They leave with heavy feet

And come back in a hurry

What about this place that never lets them go?

The friendly people

Or their broad smiles?

Why do they come back?

I really don't know.

The beautiful landscape,

Or unspoiled topography,

I forgot the pristine beaches!

The countryside too!

Why do they come back?

Permit me to guess

The African women

With their firm upright breasts

The men also too!

And their solid physique

Providing the comforts

They don't miss home!

Why do they come back?

They keep coming back

If you're in love with this land you are welcomed here too

Rennaiscance

I touched a little bit of history
I might not have been there then
I might not have been shackled
I might not have experienced the whip
I might not have been weighed
But I felt their pains
I could feel the terror in their eyes
I COULD sense the despair and hopelessness they felt
I might not have been there then
But the desperation in the house of slaves was obvious
From the first house
The obvious separation
The disregard to family ties
To the weighing room
To the punishment room
To the room for torture
I could HEAR their groans and feel their agony
I could sense their anxiety and only wonder why
How can one hold back emotions if you touch the door of 'no return'
Their blood, tears and sweat will forever be remembered 
 Goree is a living history