Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure. With thunder storming ahead as drumbeats play Women dance with pride while men praise in the music The spirits play their part.
Our old Africa! Years when people lived communally Joint with the same totem The same spirit the same beliefs The Zulu, the Kololo, The Ndebele, the Ngoni. Families of massive intrepid. United by norms of the heart. They prayed for rain and the rain came. They prayed for victory There, they sang war cries To fight for their dignity To fight against the same blood. The blood from the same father. Defeating and loosing they all still conquered the dignity For they were undefeatable.
Likewise is this same sacred greatness That our fathers deserve to be honored. Likewise is this same ancient glory That our forefathers deserve to be respected.
Likewise are the norms, The reasons our fathers are remembered. Years ago as they were practiced. Years ago in the African Heritage. Thus we shall preserve our past To embrace our future. Long Live Africa!!!
Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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