#LostCityBlues

I was very young, a pupil of class one to two,
It was holiday, returning back to home,
After closing school, from Nkinga to Tabora.

When reach in Tabora, in the stand station,
A driver come to pick me up, there were other inside,
The car stop where I was leaving before, and move in the car and go.

I walk to my home, while I couldn't know,
My parents where no longer there, there were no any one,
House was changed and be a supermarket.

I could like to go inside, but I could not,
I could like to go to my neighbors, where we was living before,
But I was not having anywhere to go.

In my walking randomly in the city, I met one man,
He knows me, but I don't remember about him,
He calls me by my name and ask! Husna where are you going?

To him I reapply , while I was crying,
" I am finding my mother", by following a lot of tears,
My mother was being called with phone, and being informed.

I was being picked and went to the new home,
But before going, I heard my mother braiming,
Because of using another cost, Ooh I was going to lost.

© Husna Chikwela