When I die.

When I die When I die, I want to die as an African I want to be cleansed, pure I want to be bathed I want to be bathed in hot water from a nearby stream I want that water brought back And boiled In the clay pot or metal whichever my undertakers prefer. My body shall be bathed With that water from the stream, Hot! Send my spirit away! Set it free! From the toe…to the finger Forehead, backside, outer and inner thighs. Breasts, stomach, and hair all washed clean. Put for me no make up Put for me no cream Put for me no cleanser Put for me Vaseline, on my lips I shall want to meet my master with a smile. When I die, When I die, I want my body to be clean. Then I want it burned Not just in any ordinary way. When I die, I want my body burned Burned like a goat Burned like a sacrifice. Make sure to cry, Make sure to weep But also, make sure you smile, Because my ashes Malawi will keep. Once my body is back to its form, Once my body is black. Once my body is dust. Once my body can be mistaken for the ground. Throw my ashes into the lake Deep, deep, deep into the lake. Deep, deep, deep…into Africa. [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] [endif]