Our lips are thick, our noses broad,
Our hair is nappy; we are black.
And we are beautiful.
We are tall,
We are large and broad.
Our feet stamp with authority that sets us apart.
We are dark and we are light.
I am within this mighty tribe;
A sleeping beast with what they think is a magnanimous pride!
Africa is my brother.
Africa is my sister.
And Zimbabwe is my home.
I hear them speak in South Africa,
I hear them pray in Egypt,
I hear so many cries in Ethiopia,
Black and powerless.
I hear you everyday;
Marching for food
And lining for money queues.
I watch it burn and do nothing.
The pain is too much to do anything.
Can you endure such oppression without retribution?
Theatricality and deception;
powerful allies to the uninitiated,
but I’m initiated!
For if we are not initiated, then who is?
If I am not for myself, who will be?
If I can’t stand for myself, then who will stand for me?
If I am for myself alone, who am I?
If not now, when?
And if not you, who?
White Tarzan used to beat up the black natives, you watched and screamed, kill the beast!
Photo Credit: Dev Asangbam