Returning From The Haze

(Awuah-Mainoo Gabriel)

Have you ever been away from home, feeling you left the worse situation for the best? This piece is centered around a black brother who leaves the shores of Africa to go till snow. At the melting of snow he’s drowned and finally brought back to start from the scratch elsewhere. This composition is the hope for those who do not believe in the possibility of making it in their homeland and as well a remedy for the repatriated.

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I You going too fast to nowhere a destination our land has not yet turned ashes halt boy, stamp your dusty feet & trace the very footprints I await at the strand of the Nile come, let’s go plough our marshy terrain. home, our own home, our pride home, our sanctuary our night & light II Oh here! the prodigal voyagers recessing from the mist & sweet joy in my heart for them my pride lightens fury flames the sojourners have known is time to build up oh yeah, these heads have known home. home, our own home, our pride home, our sanctuary our night & light III I’ve known you brother long before you made footprints we used to sing reggae and jazz talk about rainbow and stars & everything beautiful for the motherland progress is, but a profound and consistent cataract & will have no boundary if these hands knows when and how to withstand adversities. home, our own home, our pride home, our sanctuary our night & light IV Come you let’s embrace allotted dominions laboring to the extreme our might allows as though we’re slaves for the land None knows when and how the moon shall sink into the sea but can tell the fate of my people if these hands will forever hold.

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