Sitting in a bus from eMonti back to eRhini. As it passes through the open green lands just after eQonce, I cannot help but admire the beauty of Mother Azania, and with that, recite to myself Ingoapele Madingoanes Afrika My Beginning: Africa my Beginning They came from the west Sailing to the east With hatred and disease flowing From their flesh And a burden to harden our lives They claimed to be friends When they found us friendly And when foreigner met foreigner They fought for the reign Exploiters of Africa Africa my beginning And Africa my ending They asked Mugabe Unataka nini hapa Wewe mwenyewe? He said binadamu zote Ni ndugu zake za Afrika Nimefika nirudishie Nchi zazimbabwe Mimi ni mwenyewe In Africa my beginning And Africa my ending Suckers of my country They laid their sponges Flat on its soil and absorbed its resources To fill their coffers Agostinho had spoken in the language of poets That they went away in multitudes And forgot their hearts behind But late is never a bad start in Africa my beginningAnd Africa my ending No easy way to freedom Ten lonely years black hopeful men Food being their wish Courage their pay Until Africa was respected For a leader had emerged From the bush to Maputo Viva FRELIMO Africa my beginning And Africa my ending I remember Ja Toivo Namibia is not lost Nujoma is not idle he’d be coward if he was You might as well know Germany is no more inAfrica my beginning And Africa my ending Azania here I come from apartheid in tatters In the land of sorrow From that marathon bondage The Sharpeville massacre The flames of Soweto I was there I will die there In Africa my beginning And Africa my ending...
Posted on: Sun, 11 May 2014 13:06:43 +0000
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