Free spirits roam freely in the wilderness of Africa.
Her tender heart is torn apart and is lost in agony.
A love that was once strong is now shattered,
Leaving a wounded soul and an aching sadness in her heart.

As the sun sets on the dry savannah, the sky is filled with hues,
A wandering and confused heart travels on narrow grassy paths.
The Ganda drums play a throbbing and melancholic tune.
Reflecting on the agony of a love that ended too soon.

The villagers whisper quietly of a lover torn apart.
Her heart once united, but now is plundered.
The rivers ebb and flow with crimson tears.
Her pain is etched in the harrowed landscape.

Despite the darkness of the African night,
Light flickers and hope glimmers,
Even when everything seems lost, there is still hope of a new dawn.
A new love will blossom erasing the pangs of heartbreak.

Let the African oracle to tell the sad tale of Nandi,
Of a broken heart, but never too fragile.
Within the dry and expansive meadows,
Love is always able to reach new heights.

© Mwebe Morgan