Durban City

Durban today you are hiding a queen,

Her eyes under her veil are like a gentle dove

Her hair long and flowing

Durban open your gates and allow myself to meet the queen

Come with me queen of Durban

Come from the tropical city of humidity

Durban open your gates wide

Expose me to the queen of your sweet love

I have taken off my coat

I don’t want to put it back

I have washed my feet

Durban allow me to step in the queens carpet

This carpet from Persian…

The country of origin for Adam and Hawa

May peace be upon them

Get closer Durban

I am in Durban city

Looking for the queen

Am lost in Durban

The police that patrol Durban found me,

They hit me, they hurt me,

The officers took my documents from me

Who is that queen? they asked me

She is a pretty queen of Durban,I told ‘em

She is pretty as the moon

Before  I realized it

Nelson Mandela sent me a convoy to drive me to the palace

To see the queen

After the officers humiliated myself

Now Durban is welcoming me….

Sorry, sorry and welcome to Durban

So yu may see the queen

I got to the palace where the queen belong

Oh delightful young queen!

Tall like a palm tree in Mombasa where I came from

The Queen of Durbans breast like

Clusters of the palm tree’s fruit.

I said I will climb up the palm tree,

I will take hold of its branches

The smell of the queen’s breath is like apples

But am a slave,

My skin is dark

Burned by the scorching sunshine

My hair is hard

Some say they can make use of my hard hair to clean sufurias

But now the Queen of Durban

Don’t look at how dark I am…..

She don’t look at how dark the sun has made me

I am dark becoz my slave master

Made me to work in the field

B ut now am in a palace

Free from the shackles of doom

My pen run dry..

The Queen is walking me under her apple trees

And am lost of words……gliding in my heart