What we have to say to you!
That you may know;
You have long been deaf,
And you have been blinded-
By the mockery In the eyes
Of those ‘Culture thieves’.
They who have called our skin;
Ugly and coloured.
We became yams,
Peeling off Our identity
With chemicals of deceitful change
As they have made you pay them,
To look like them.
As we lament:
That you might realize;
You have inherited from our fathers,
Dead echoes of our glorious past.
For the land whose drums were loudly beaten,
In boast of its strength and honour
Are now mere whispers in the hearts of men.
For you no longer dance
To the wise pattern of our African drum,
But stagger in haste to the confused tune of the piano.
That we may ask:
Is our beauty not one to boast of?
One who is brave and strong,
Never a coward to shake nor shiver.
Why then do you yearn theirs?
Their land and shade of beauty,
Weak and ready to swallow.
Greedily capturing her people in her belly.
Has the wind not respected us enough?
Even in his anger, he walks away
So we may feel not his wrath.
Yet,you yearn theirs;
The wind, that seize up his people
And destroys their sweat, their works…
What we have to show:
So you might see;
Are we yet not wise?
They have stolen our wisdom
And we watched them.
They have envied our culture,
Now they take it.
They have distorted our nativeness
Veering it to foreign.
And our skills? Claimed!
With our hands
They boast of mountains as buildings
And shiny pearls as streets
And Never dying Lanterns,
That neither needs wick nor fuel.
But we sit and we envy,
For they have deceived us into believing-
That the wisdom is theirs.
We are staved in fetters.