Where Is The African Pride?

Dancing around every corner

Dark shadows printing putrefying rainbow soup.

Glancing around every shade; immediately making one a mourner.

Stuck inside the hollow emotions;

Among the formerly gorgeous troops.

Still me thought, "What happened to our Mother?"

We have been praying, 

while slicing our unripe crops.

Our Father in Heaven knows further,

When the frying turns out to be burning

We have not been busy with developing

We have not been busy with awakening.

Wake up O our blood, we are dropping!

Tavakutandadza rakacheka nyika

Ropa rwekedu harichafambi takatyoka.

Siyahlupheka bantu. Siyahlupheka. Igazi lethu alisagelezi....

Tunateseka, watu. 

Tunateseka. 

Damu yetu haitiririki tena.

We are suffering, people. 

We are suffering.

Our blood is no longer flowing!

We know nothing but pretend

To know things.

Who is paying attention?

O, Africa's children,

Your Mother is waiting for rejuvenation.

Why are you so lazy when it comes

To restoring Her lost principles?

Adding hot chili sauce to a fresh wound

Is what you are doing!

Everyday you see money instead

Of people who are crying endlessly.

You child of Africa

Are you even proud

To be African?

You are rubbing off your Mother's jewels!

Criminalizing innocent people

Turning them into scapegoats for your gain.

Are you forgetting the axe that slayed

Your clean peace again?

What are you even implying

When you just think of war weapons

Do they bring bliss?

No. They bring blood!

Blood of the blameless majority;

They that are educated but scared.

Scared of challenging you

Because they will be applying for a Missing Certificate.

Restore your peace

O Africans!

Wake up.

Let there be light in Africa.

We are crying for mercy from Jehovah.

How can you celebrate

With fresh chili flavoured wounds

All over your forsaken body?

Never blame yourself.

You were just carried away,

Now you have realized.

Wake up!

#WakeUpAfrica 

#TheThinkingSeries 

#Realise