They say Africa is a dark dark continent

It’s true

We produce one of the darkest crisp coffee

They say we live in the bush

It’s true

We love the rose bush

They say Africa is just one country

That’s right

The unity makes us one

They say we love violence

Absolutely

We just can’t wait for the violins to lead the violent thumbing of the African drums

They say Africa is an uncivilized continent

That’s right

Our civilization is above western imagination’s classification

They say Africans live with monkeys

That’s right

We’re lovable by nature

They say Africa is a filthy continent

That’s right

Thy continent is filled with the different races of all the world

They say we were slaves

That’s right

We overcame slavery

But they are still enslaved by their brains

They say Africa is worthless

Well it’s because they are milking our minerals

So it’s true

They say these and that

We say we are who we are

We are the Africa that some of the Europeans run to in order to escape their unjust countries

We are the Africa that developed all the countries in the world

We are the Africa that holds the highest wealth underground

We are the Africa that every European country wants to get for themselves

We are the Africa that gave birth to all the different continents

We are who we are

We love who we are

He fingerprints my melanin skin
I bleed lust, i trust
Alien tongue playing a seductive touch on my **** lips,
Dropping my guard, gulping every ******..
Hard pacing in and out of me, i let him an inch closer to my heart,
As i pick a scent of city life on his chest,
His skin so smooth it mends my dents and cracks, my perfect match,
My soul dances in the light with the freedom of a mad man,
Dead brain this sweet pain, whispers pleasure......
I chose him and left all behind
The lights of the city held a pride
Which i would bask in beside him

See..... I lost me
Imbeko packed and left me lonely,
Getting high in dark spaces of the street lights,
Yelling die, this was not living was just trying to survive
Gutter life, suffer i, had to sell my body away,
Stained my soul, my conscience couldn't stay,
Mr urban see had hit the cherry got his share of merry and walked away,
Finally unmasking the veil of deceit, i saw the true colours,
But i couldnt go back to ravaged community of round mud houses,
Pride was the bouncer that kept me inside,
Had to die here and i did

But no i am not that young woman
Didn't let go of this culture
Content with these village ethics, nature's majestics,
Completely free from these misguided pledges
I would rather fetch water on earth's edges,
Why try mold into world classes, african being is rare,
And i am that her, who brushes my black hair with pride,
You.. yes you, your african hair is nice,
I rap myself in colours of native love,
Catching the cries of early *****,
Not waking up with a bunch of different strangers in my bed,
You might think i am misguided, i am not driven by philosophers of english communities
In which the music is within us.... In the untamed soils of mother africa

So i keep his fingerprints away from my beautiful skin
Cause i never wanna be where she has been

I met an unfriendly parrot
I can’t blame him really. He lived in a cage
He stood there and squawked
Screaming displeasure at all who passed.
Staring balefully at sunburnt tourists
Asking if polly wants a *******
He doesn’t want a ****** single one.

I did find out what he liked.
Completely by accident.
Turns out he likes songs,
Click songs, because
“The white people cannot say Qongqothwane”