WE WERE AFRIS WHO CAN, NOT AFRAID

We were when they were;
Our velvety black skinned ancestors
Think of how nature bathed us
In wisdom
In laughter
In wealth
Wealth so left to sit in protection
Think of our great dances
As we dined with lions
And played with tigers
If only our fingers can meet each other’s
As we take our positive culturic clothes
And don like our properties they are

CHORUS
There’ll be no terror
There’ll be less horror
Fairness will sit fair
As hate gets banished square
Hugging brooms are seldom conquered
If only continental fingers can find each other

II
Weren’t there warriors?
Weren’t there heroes?
Weren’t there more peace
To last the good forever?
All the colours laughed in the natural
Weaving themselves in our culture so strong
Love climbed love
When occasions called love to the test
And veins stood to show their passions
Mouths spoke to ears as eyes mirrored their hosts
When we were in our full regalia
If only continental fingers could find each other

CHORUS
There will be strength
There will be sufficiency
Respect will overthrow slavery of conscience
As knees of former lords bow for our crumbs
Too bad our fingers hurt each other

III
Sites so beautiful
That God did build
Falls so wonderful
That He left here
Mountains so gallant
That God made great
All for Africa
So why the accoutrements like caricatures?
Why do we parody like fake parasites?
Why do we mime the chimes of descendants of oppressors?
Do we need shame to wear boots to kick?

CHORUS
Africa is our continent
Our culture is our ornament
Our lives remain sacred
We need our hands to hold each other
Let’s hold to uphold
Hold to grow strong
Hold to make traitors find their roots
To help our continent grow great and long
Ubuntu: I am because we are
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015ere