My written word is testament and its shouts shall echo through time.for i am,for you are, for we are the lost generation that is being found/rediscovered.
For those who do not see though their eyes are wide open, open your mind. to you who is alive and does not live, open your heart. to you who speaks and cannot be heard, let the hands speak for you...to us whose screams are nothing but whispers in the deafening silence...
words....words coupled with actions can cause an unwanted attraction of senseless connotations and denotations which can and will drown the tainted soul for there is a wild internal tempest that rages as the winds of doubt begin to blow and i wander...whose words or actions could calm the raging spirit which i have dubbed my internal tempest my souls eyes open wide as the gentle winds of Azanias whispers soothe my soul...i hear my soul speaking...telling me about my Mother, as her smile caresses my face, i realize my Love for she shall always provide...yet we continue to take...this is to you...AFRICA...
AFRICA
Africa
Land of dance
Land of rhythm
Rhythm in your hands and feet.
From the tribal dances
To the boere sakkie
The phata- phata to s’pantsula
These are the dances of the past.
Mzansi Africa
Land of song
From the tribal war cry's
To songs of struggle
From kwela to kwaito
These are our African traits.
South Africa
Land of struggle and pain
From Shakas wars to Hendriks laws
Songs were sung
Songs of praise, pain, suffering, bloodshed and longing.
BAYETE’INKOSI…Shakas' warriors would sing in praise to the king...
BRING BACK NELSON MANDELA…The oppressed would sing asking for the hero to return.
SENDZENI NA…The youth in the apartheid era would sing asking what they did wrong.
NGIKHUMBUL’EKHAYA…The miners would console themselves,singing in the dark trenches saying they mis home.
This is proof
Proof that rhythm lives in us
Proof that songs will be sung
Sung for generations to come
Living proof that through songs… we express our admiration, disappointment and pain
Songs bring us together.
Africa
Land of legends
Thandi Klassen..”the shebeen queen”
Nelson Mandela “the black pimpernel”
Mzwaki mbuli “the peoples poet”
The lates
Marium makeba
Walter Sisulu
Hecter Peterson
Mboniswa
Oom bei
Not forgetting the unnamed fallen solders who died for our democracy.
MA AFRIKA
We have come far
The rhythm and beat of Africa flows in us
MA AFRIKA
We have come far
Let us not turn back
Let us go forward
Let us unite
Let us sing for god to bless us
NKOSI SIKELELA IAFRICA.
And my pride slowly began to be restored....my lost thoughts began to trail back home!
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