"Wanetwa mos"

A tribute to the pathways
Where great men strode-a-plenty
Where the best of dreams find expression
Between glasshouses and wineries

Beneath the glistening sunset
As the roadside seller fans the embers of her burning coal
and the children trod home from school

Pay attention and you would find

A rhythm,  a chant, a whistling
As past, present and future collide,
Adesuwa is, was and will always be
The road that leads you home.