We cover things with things
A little wind clears for the tsunami
A smaller scandal paves way for the bigger
That’s why the Afros are struggling
You say, I say
The work remains
You sleep, I sleep
Our money is locked
You take, I take and all is spent
Africa unite! Africa unite?
When individual countries are apart?
We know the Anago man by his speech and corruption
We know the Ghanaman by his ways and evasive language
We know the Kenyan by speech and shape of head
The South African by speech and gangsterhood
We know the Zimbabwean by his crave for food
Master how can Africa unite?
Give me a dollar
Give me a shoe
If you can’t wear them make my house your damp
I can kneel if you’ll give me just a crumb.
Sitting on goldmine while begging for crumbs?
We hate to work, but love to eat
We love to say but hate to act
How can we be seen as any different?
Let’s pause and take a proper look
The wealth we seek
Is the seat we sit
And a little effort will help us unravel the mysterious master poor.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.