What do I miss about Africa – the land of my birth?

I miss the wide open spaces, I miss the sun as it sets boldly in the sky, I miss the smiles on the faces of the many different types of people living on the continent and I miss the sweat on my face as I work in the sun digging or carrying some heavy item.

Above all I miss the sound of African music

Above all I miss the sound of African music, the rhythm, the dance, the noise that is deep and vibrant. I miss the music that I used to sing with my brothers and sisters in Church meetings – “Nkosi Sikelel IAfrika” (God bless Afrika) or “Uyingcwele Baba” (Your are Holy my Lord).

I am praying for you and for your people oh Africa.