siphoning our raw materials still
while in abject poverty we wallow
taking away our gold, diamonds and platinum
while we adorn our bodies with fake jewellery
propagating their anglophone ideas
spreading their francophone thinking
somewhere lusophone ideas held supreme
african philosophies on the dung heap
the poisoned and stunted present crop
choosing to forget marcus mosiah garvey
choosing to forget kwame nkrumah
choosing to remove reggae from airwaves
that dream should now bear fruit
these chasms have to be bridged
the senseless bickering should now end
africa with mud and spittle get your sight
Arise, Afrika arise! - Jabulani Mzinyathi
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I admire the realness of this poem. Truth with a heart desiring for change. I am not mad at that.
Well just passing through--but would like to wish all a peaceful prosperous Christmas and a Happy creative New Year.Im up in Stockholm Sweden--A Stockholm hushed and heavy with snow--so in Swedish its a GOD JUL OCH GOTT NYTT ÅR-------------SILVERZORRO.
Jabulani delivers a powerful reminder as to who we are and where we are coming from and going to. The timing is apt because we need to understand that if we allow the erosion of our identity to continue, then the time will come when we will be unrecognizable to anybody, including ourselves.
I like the rastafari teachings. They can cause relationship problems though.
I run a blog helping people with their relationhsip problems and stuff like ths keeps me busy.
Keep up the good work!
M proud of u dad,keep up the good work
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