From the heart of Africa I hail,Burundi, my homeland’s gentle name.

Home is family, a bond so strong,Forged in the laughter of my youth.”Muhira,” a haven where love is long,Acceptance reigns, a constant truth.

It’s Dad’s booming laugh, a joyful sound,And Mom’s quiet strength, a pillar true.The thrill of family movie nights abound,Walt Disney tales that colour my childhood memories.

Home is cousins gathered ’round the plate,Big and small, a joyous, noisy throng.Jokes and music fill the air, elate,Drinks and stories, where we all belong.

‘Amashibuka’ was our parents’ way to stretch the visit, linger just a bit, and have the last one before hitting road, one that never was the only one. 

For younger hearts, the dance floor was their stage,A shared choreography, a joyful art.Parents joining in, a playful exchange,Our steps adjusting with a happy start.

Home is neighbors, friends turned family close,Miles may separate, but bonds remain.Their joys and troubles, mine to share, I suppose,A two-way street, a love that eases pain.

We’ve known loss together, a heavy blow, a light extinguished young.Death’s touch, a truth we learned to know, the possibility for young lights to be extinguished. Heaven gained a new voice in the choir.

Home is whispers of God, a guiding hand,Where He leads, He holds us in His grace.

My most cherished memories, a precious band.

Possibilities are born and life abounds. 

I “Muhira,” I find my rightful place.