I am an African man I am strong and healthy Each and everyday I walk out of my home Hoping to find a better job for my family Where will I find a job while there is still corruption? It’s about time maAfrika it’s about time
The poverty strikes the nation because of corruption, Our kids’ future is being terrorised in Taverns, they dance kuze kuse But just because I’m an African man I hustle kuze kuse.
When man mortal with a title Becomes vile and self righteous He walks around with the Bible Holy acts and all sacrilegious Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners Hailing the devil’s temporal empire Accomplished false pretenders Adorned in bright priestly attire Those
A foggy atmosphere everywhere, Some vendors on street; Few buyers moving here and there, There,a Man returning lonely after sumptuous eat. No gusto , No sorrow, A complete mannequin face; Nothing to throw, But to just grab everything and race
Confessional truth is not my aggressive ego, it is my fault. The resolution of my conflicts with time, the smell of the broken limbs, my head in hoisted fever, my eyes searching for a cloud. The ultimate otherness, of an