Africa my land I see, I fear
Past Africa:
Blessed Africa
Africa worn with grace, forgotten with grave
One Africa, one love, one vision
Mission, penetration like the rivers of Africa lands.
Africa that aint went through loop holes
Along verses of the lost mind.
Responsible as if their names were Response.
Probably that’s where I exist
As my life is firmed, concreted, conquered
On the statue of Nkurumah, Biko, Sisulu:
I can still smell the essence of their
Bloody blood, bloody sweat.
Can still feel the fear written over their
Spherical faces, eyes iced by the cold.
Speared with vital picture of vertices
Of their vessels.
Truly umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu
Motho ke motho ka batho
Nje’nsundu elaziyo isiko layo,
Interlinked intelligence, vivid by vapour of
Oneness, curse selfishness anyway we eat them not sell them,
Common sense made by
natural out flow thinking with no
Judgement but approved by Malcolm x.
As the drums hear the ears
Marimba breaks the ribs as if I had limbs
The guitar gutter my dream of Africa to one stream
Kuqhephuke ibheshu, kudabuke is’khumba
Imbongi ihaya, izintombi zisina zidedelana.
Present Africa:
Visualized parallel of anger, hatred
And fear, fear to touch, to
Touch their treasure, treasure given by their forefathers.
The smell of chisel outcome, science define,
Selfishness destroy our culture, sikolami
Ubuntu bam’, mvelaph’, msinsi wokuzimilela e Afrika.
You narrow minds, narrow intelligence.
Future Africa:
I foresee, I prophesize, I visualize a dark cloud
Fall over Africa deviated by smart thoughts,
Impurity, war, death, cannibalism
Science failure, slave of the master.
Corrected Africa:
My Africa nourished with sense
Of love, stipulated with care
Manipulated by fever of togetherness…..
…….to be continued……