I NEED MY PRIVACY
The satel-EYE-t in the sky keeps zooming in
RICA, are you listening?
I've got nothing to hide
Coz I know my most valuables possessions are kept inside
Promise
In the heart of Africa, tired eyes scout the horizon,
In search of hope and anticipating its arrival.
Warriors of the elite lay still in their lair,
Fathers, brothers and sons making the ultimate sacrifice.
Some now scarred for life, others left behind.
Foe advancing, ready to unleash vengeance,
Danger, just a breath away in a land unknown.
Hope fades with the settling African sun.
Eternity passing at its own leisure.
Some quick to steal a moment of home,
Others tighten their grips on their tool of trade.
A silence… deafening to souls who await their fate.
A shuffle, a smile, as thundering rotating wings takes approach,
Oryx….. You’ve kept your promise.
Africa
Africa my land
Africa my nation
You are the one i love
You are the one i need
Africa you are my father,my mother,my brother and my sister
Africa you are my family
In you i put my hope,my soul and my heart
because you have passion for your children of Africa
Africa i am proud to call you Mama Africa
because you have love for your children of Africa
Africa you are my home and i am proud to be home Africa.
Who are the parents to this blossoming flowers
We crucify our selfs on the cross with nails of lies,
Mental illness of those in pain
Cloudy weather in their heads,now clouds melt rain drops
besides their nose' skull,tear drops of this confused political ambasadas.
Who are the parents to this blossoming flowers?
We crucify our selfs again to suffer
I rather send my selfs to this Fathers, who are paid by Lusifa to kill our Sisters and Mothers.
The lost generation is between our Brothers,
whom are claiming to be Comrades
AMANDLA!
They shout with their fists high.
Now this Satanic members are rolling their Kanja zol with tissue rizzler.
We pass everyday the tombstones of people who were Comrades
those who knew AMANDLA was the key to suck thirst,
drinking blood of white people's coca-cola bottle.
The demons are now in the hearts of our well known Comrades!
Whom are opening opportunities to their family members and friends.
Hance we wash our hands with liquid soap of unemployment.
Now this bastards are starting to defuse our engaged brains,but still
we are the mind interrupters of political marriages.
And the sun is lighting deem to those in powerade drinks.
The question is, who are the parents to this blossoming flowers?
The melodious fut sound from their asses mouth.
The political propagandas from their blood veins,
ooh God this politicians are insane.
They pave themselves a way to Heaven in Hell.
They reflect in the mirrors of
Lusifa's eyes
are poisoners anacondas.
They open their naked neck's pipes to feed us with believerble lies
The question remains.
Who are the parents to this blossoming flowers?
Our own leaders
Can it be about leading your people
Can it be about service delivery
Can it be about love for the constituency
Can it be about well being of the people
Because power hungry is not helping
Because greedy is not the solution
Wee beg for leadership
Africa
Yes, man in Africa shall cry
Cry his beloved country sunk by the waves of a titanic wreck
Man in him I see a deep rotten terror infected in his health
Man in him I see his downfall
Like an erased memory of computer systems,
Legendary in his mind is erased.
Rooted in him is hunger of death & anger of life
Whereas the waves of evil are in festivity of his downfall
The doors of hell are goldfield and glorified by his silence
Angels of darkness are in power of his spirit
And his soul is captured into deep dark secret corners of a dead sea
Man in him I see his downfall
But I, I the daughter of Africa say no man in Africa
Shall sit down and do nothing while humanity is
Drowning inside the talk of yesterday’s dream.
Diplomatic immunity yet untasted had faded into our promised land.
And buried inside melted walls are riddles & fairytales memories.
You children of Africa shall fantasize tomorrow’s dream
You shall touch dawn’s being before it is morning
Daughters and sons of Africa shall render defined rhymes
To put demise to the leading devils whose minds buried within them
Are lame speeches built upon diplomatic excuse.
I am aware, Africa has come to bits but rise shall be a divine deed
Resurrection shall we experience, legends will be waken
Rescued from the knees of democratic forms into a new dramatic humankind
For daughters & sons of Africa shall rise and Africa shall rise
You children of Africa shall fantasize tomorrow’s dream
You shall touch dawn’s being before it is morning
For you will render defined rhymes to put an end to the illegitimate crime
Made legitimatized by undeserving humanity
Worms of plague shall walk in dismay
Dismembering of mutilation shall bow down & surrender before our feet
Incorruptibility shall speak itself and truth shall be known
Inequality shall be politically condemned
When children of Africa render defined rhymes.
Africa
Yes, man in Africa shall cry
Cry his beloved country sunk by the waves of a titanic wreck
Man in him I see a deep rotten terror infected in his health
Man in him I see his downfall
Like an erased memory of computer systems,
Legendary in his mind is erased.
Rooted in him is hunger of death & anger of life
Whereas the waves of evil are in festivity of his downfall
The doors of hell are goldfield and glorified by his silence
Angels of darkness are in power of his spirit
And his soul is captured into deep dark secret corners of a dead sea
Man in him I see his downfall
But I, I the daughter of Africa say no man in Africa
Shall sit down and do nothing while humanity is
Drowning into the talk of yesterday’s dream.
Diplomatic immunity yet untasted had faded into our promised land.
And buried inside melted walls are riddles & fairytales memories.
You children of Africa shall fantasize tomorrow’s dream
You shall touch dawn’s being before it is morning
Daughters and sons of Africa shall render defined rhymes
To put demise to the leading devils whose minds buried within them
Are lame speeches built upon diplomatic excuse.
I am aware, Africa has come to bits but rise shall be a divine deed
Resurrection shall we experience, legends will be waken
Rescued from the knees of democratic forms into a new dramatic humankind
For daughters & sons of Africa shall rise and Africa shall rise
You children of Africa shall fantasize tomorrow’s dream
You shall touch dawn’s being before it is morning
For you will render defined rhymes to put an end to the illegitimate crime
Made legitimatized by undeserving humanity
Worms of plague shall walk in dismay
Dismembering of mutilation shall bow down & surrender before our feet
Incorruptibility shall speak itself and truth shall be known
Inequality shall be politically condemned
When children of Africa render defined rhymes.
Within our eyes
I call on my brother
To open his eyes
To the danger in his mind
And to protect this humanity
I can see in your eyes
The one that calls me African Brother
Racial tendencies shift perspective
Refocused on new targets
To release his soul
The death of a legend
No more luck, Dude will have
By a fellow brother’s hand he is slain
Revenge unnamed and unheeding
In your eyes I see that racism calling
No longer focused on the colour of my skin
But on where I was born
When will I be African enough?
This earth has seen our forefathers spilt blood
Together defended this land from the Red Coats
Mistakes of the passed resolved, but still I’m not African enough
My African brothers now turn on each other
Ancient tribes still killing for land, honour, and ….?
Killing their fellow brothers because of physical character traits,
Why?
Our brother in arms lies dieing in the street
No longer will his words caress the saddened hearts
His own African brother revenged
An African nation angered
The world sees Africa for what it is
Pointless killing, rape and pillaging of African children
Brothers in arms turn on each other if the corrupt hand requests
Death gangs the true ruler on this land
The intellectual mind leaving to find new homes
Those left suffer under the New South Africa Raciest Regime
Governed by criminals who have forgotten the people
And the promises which placed the corrupt hands in power
Now in pin-striped suits
In the media as the face of democracy
Security guards now protect their doors behind which the raping continues
My African brothers why turn a blind eye and praise such actions?
Is there hope for this land in the corrupt African hand?
As the poor get poorer
My fat African brother gets fatter
The rest of the world looks on unsurprised
In the hope in my land lost
Or are there like minded individuals
Who’s silent, for to long?
Only time will tell
Mama African will tell the same story
As the past we know too well
Racism in African is strong and well my African Brother
Only you can choose a new road, the road on which I now stand.
A freedom fighter
A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter
He never stood and watched
H was part of them
Those who had hearts for the innocent people
But in the end he was a leader
He was the one who was punished
Punished for the wonderful thin s he did for the people
He did them with his power
Now he earn the people respect
They love him he’s their hero
He fought for them
He fought for people’s freedom
Yes he is our freedom fighter
He never gave up no matter what
They never got him down no matter what they did
He stayed away from home and family
Living in locked house for 27 years
Almost his man time in Roben Island
He is South Africa’s father
He is Africa’s father
He is the world’s father
He is every one’s father, a loved father
He is our freedom fighter
A special dedication to:
Mr. Nelson Mandela
Tata
But I’m still black
Many wished I was blue
Because my worth as a human being
Was determined by a color
It was determined by kobo e ke e jarileng
They told me to my face that
My value worth an animal
But I was still black
And no animal was I
Even our story of
Tradition, culture and moral values were never told
I was going to be black still
Because the day I was born, stars were colorless
I was black when everyone was classified
I was still coal when we were parted
When we were send from lights
I am still black after my birth