Jama

Jama is an African from Somalia far away I'm black and I am proud of it he has been known to say In boots he stand seven foot in bare feet six foot ten And six footers beside him seem only little men. He left his home in Mogadishu when he was just eighteen The wanderlust was in him the far off hills looked green Like many more before him he hit the wandering track And now he's twenty nine years old and he has not been back To Mogadishu City the place he still call home That feeling of nostalgia he still has not outgrown On friday at the local he sit and drink his beers And sing songs of Somalia and talk of boyhood years. His wife a fair skinned Aussie their two growing sons chocolate brown And they will be tall like daddy the tallest boys in town And Jama loves his children and he loves his Aussie wife And he admits Australia has a better way of life. And all those who know Jama have only good to say Of this gentle giant from Africa Somalia far away Six foot ten in his bare feet in some ways he seems shy His big heart full of kindness he would not harm a fly.