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A brief touch of home:



Go beyond

Into Limpopo's rolling hills

Further into Polokwane's vibrant streets

See how kindly loud it is

The havoc on the roads

Mr. Mabena in his glory days

But you haven't seen it yet

Go beyond

Further past the Giant, the University of Limpopo

Beyond Moria and oh mon amour

If you're lucky, you'll hear the bells ring

And voices calling upon angels sing

Ahh, it is indeed an incredible sight

But you have not arrived yet

Deeper straight upon the road you drive

Further more, there's a charming town

The quaint streets of Dan Village, where history whispers through the trees

Where creatives find inspiration in the rhythms of the town

You have not yet arrived

Straight ahead you go

Drive not fast but fast enough to be slow

See the trees that surround your way

Nature whispering a sense of belonging

Before not so far

There you'll find me, in Dan Village

Where I danced upon those streets as a child

I'd run every day at 6 pm to where the taxi would stop

And I'd wait for my father

I'd wake up every morning without fail

Bath and wear the yellow and Merune colors of our school

And there at the assembly, singing "Hisweswo Moya Wanga"

That until I was grown and walked the same roads in and out

The beautiful Village of Dan

Smile upon hearing this, be not alarmed

There is no evil that awaits

Go through those roads I speak

See the trees that wait


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Poem written by Poeticrae

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