17/05/2026
My South Africa 🇿🇦
Forever part of me
Well written
Leaving Africa
Leaving Africa was one of the hardest things
I ever had to do,
Leaving Africa
Leaving you,
When the plane took off
And I felt my heart break,
My feet leaving the solid ground of my birth land,
My foundation,
My history,
My earth’s centre,
My point of gravity,
My southern star,
And I sobbed from the unspoken pain,
The family excited to be starting again,
But I shrunk into the seat
Diminished in size,
Word to the wise
You can never really leave Africa
It stays with you…
Through the good days
Through the bad,
Through the grey English skies
Through the incessant rain,
When your soul longs for the blue
When your children turn from you,
Adopting new customs
And forget their own names
In this other world,
In this borrowed life,
Where swagger counts for more than respect,
And when you forget to breathe,
When you hold yourself together
Piece by piece,
When you retreat into dark spaces …
The memories of Africa
Wrap you in warmth,
Wrap you in love,
And sometimes when the winds change…
You can almost smell the warm Sahara sand,
And remember when you awoke to the warm breath
Of the Kalahari,
And an African dawn
And the melodies of a village Sunday morning church service,
The sweet late October rain
The jacaranda blossoms carpeting the ground,
The evenings, just after dinner
Just before bed,
The stars in the velvet sky,
When all is calm in the night,
And the voices of your parents, grandparents
Long gone now,
Buried in the soil you left behind,
In forgotten graveyards
Laying in solitude
Beckon you to remember
And to never forget
Where you came from,
And us, their children
Scattered to places where our African souls are silently dying;
Who will write the story of us
When we are gone?
Will they even care,
Those who come after us?
Or will they just dismiss it
And say,
Yeah, we left Africa
When their children ask what it was like.
Cyndi Barker