When it’s my time to leave, Do dig a big grave, For I will be having company by my side, Don’t grieve too much either Just a few tears for my good ol’ soul Read a verse and sing a merry hymn, Dance for a life well lived, Read my poems and light candles, Smile and be brave, Then lay me beside her little form, So that I hold her close again, And tell of stories of the world I had seen, The wars, the blood-shed, the famines and diseases of pests, Stories of racism, xenophobia and tribalism, Of African children that died of hunger, the floods, preventable calamities, I will pull a little history, Of Gaddaffi’s death and the unfortunate events of fought freedom, The long awaited uprising in Africa, And the liberation we lived to see. When you lay me beside her, I will tell the good tales of love, to be loved and how to love, Narratives of the sister and brother she saw not, Will tell the stories of grandma and grandpa, uncle and a...