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.
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Never done labor and was unaware of the concept of “birth music”-the things I come here to learn. Have to say, there is something kind of twisted about combining labor and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, but boy can I picture somebody doing that in a movie soundtrack!
A good many vaablules you’ve given me.