TORO YA ME YA AFRICA

Toro ya me ya Africa
Has been compromised by colonialism
I dreamt of Africans discovering themselves,
of African nations building their own society.
Communities being the building blocks
from which the continental Nation is build

Empa, toro ya me
has been compromised by international ideals
ideals that seek to leave
me feeling silly
my humanity is questioned
by those who caused my continent
un-qualified and non-quantified injustice

with their models of what I should become
they destroyed the vision of my skin
tamed my wilderness with modern nonsense
while smiling at me teaching me this language
now I am writing this
more than I do Setswana sa ga lowe
more than I do puo ya ga mme

toro ya me ya Africa
has been severely molested
by intruding cultures
that have no moral decency
cultures that brought to my shores
moral decay and hunger and anger

i am not angry
it doesn’t matter any more
it is now only a nightmare

My Africa

My Africa
She is a beauty
her love filled bosom
raise strong and gentle sons and daughters
an iconic beauty that stand tall amongst the rest
even her scarred face shine
brighter than sunshine
even more brighter than the midnight star
her smile cuts through as a lightning
bright and often dangerous like a rose
like a rose she arose thoughts and feelings
often feared by many
her gentle hills and hips
are to be touched with care
her voice echoes in the ears
of those who care to listen
like a song
a dear melody
worthy to be heard
quite a listening pleasure

My Africa
she is a queen
released from slavery for eternity
she is firm on her ground
singing songs of freedom
reminding those who forgot
that she is still the Jungle Queen
the one who fought
wars through years of abusive governance
once tortured, robbed and enslaved
now she is the queen of freedom
her songs resonate across the entire sphere
as songs for freedom
her voice is the voice of humanity

table mountain standing tall
mount Kilimanjaro hailing liberty
the nile flowing with peace
victoria falling in love
across the desert field
into the gold fields
she sings for freedom
in a day born as new
for her babies to rise
and I shall repeat
arise sons and daughters of soil
arise sons and daughters of soul
arise sons and daughters of Africa!!