What makes me African?
What makes you African?
What makes us Africans?
What have we become?
Many questions yet few answers,
We crave for much yet less is worked for.
We talk more than we act,
We have become enemies of work.
We have become copy cats,
We are about to die
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
We have grown a hopeless desire,
For things from the west,
We claim to be modern,
Yet the ways of modernisation don’t depict ours.
Did our great grand fathers and mothers fight for nothing?
Did our ancestors pray to their gods for nothing,
What of the manners they instilled and so much preached,
They would strike us if they had a chance.
We are a shame to our own kind,
We fight each other instead of creating bonds,
We have become hurtless monsters,
Not different from the lion that hunts other animals.
Our values are diminishing,
Just like our dishes,
Just like our ancient hobbies,
Hide and seek and Omweso.
We live by stereotypes,
They define us completely,
And we fight men,
Instead of ideas.
Greed defines our path,
Africans and greed,
We are one.
Our ancestors are all together angry.
The lovely night bonfire’s,
The awesome beer parties,
The games and hunting of game,
The energy that flowed all day long.
We have become servants,
Of western interests.
We are still slaves,
Neocolonialism does that.
We have forgotten our music,
Our lovely beats,
Even our dances that many pay for to watch,
We call all of it ATS.
We have become prisoners,
We have imprisoned our selves,
We believe in the white man,
More than in our selves.
We are Africans,
Behaving like slaves and servants.
We are Africans,
That have forgotten their roots.
We teach our children western ways,
We teach them how to use these instruments
Of mass destruction and hate.
Social media and laziness,
Unemployment and poverty,
If only we knew our worth,
The whites would want to know our secrets.