Liz Bedford Biography

I can never understand mans' inhumanity to man, surely we should help wherever we can?
Wars and conflict, why should this be? We could with effort all live in harmony
Regardless of race, skin colour, or creed, this only happens because of greed
Of power and control, and self- gain, and the numerous ways to inflict dreadful pain
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Let me tell you about my Africa; sit and close your eyes, and try to imagine the never ending skies
Listen to the crickets as they chant their evening song; and the cry of the eagle as he swiftly swoops along
The haze of the heat as it sits above the roads, the whistling of the workers as they bare their heavy loads
Smell the scent of the impending rain and listen for the thunder
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I was born in a land where the skies are so blue,
African sunsets, flamed bright golden hue,
Communities were strong, we cared, we shared;
Problems rallied us, loads together we bared.
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It's Christmas time yet again, and as I sit in the sleet and rain
I think of the sun, of years gone by; when we would swim and laugh, have a braai
All of the people who have passed away made this a very special day
The joy the laughter the silly songs, Bols and Castle, and of course, biltong
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Will today be a good day? Or will I wake still feeling tired
Or yet again must I try to find the energy that's required
To be normal and happy, put on a brave face; try to pretend you are still in this space?
But you've gone and I miss you every single day, I wish that God hadn't taken you away
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