My dream for Africa is far away!
With a thousand arms raised up to heaven
The dream of taking one song, the Song of Liberty
Africa is a great heart that someone can conquer with love
Two black hands and the blue heaven
That represents yourself and myself… together.
Let’s save Africa with Africans
Someone to take out the hand from the fire, Oh, oh we are already burnt
Oh, oh, oh God are you still listening to our cries of pain?
Or you abandoned us as we abandoned our traditions and cultures.
We still know each other as we know the address of each dance club (disco)
And we don’t know the Library for studies
We close the book and open the tap of beer.
As well as we go to the gym and we abandon the Church.
The world of today teaches us that faith is to be deposited in a bank account like money which can be kept for future use without any negative impact on the life of a person in the present.
No, oh no! Faith without actions, not in the future but now, now, now;
That faith is dead!
My heart shouts: Africa or death! Someone to answer…
From within my heart there comes a lot of anger
If the world is taking this way of living, then it is better to renounce this world so loved!
Concerned in giving solutions for material wealth!
And never intellectual progress, worried with material things and never spiritual richness
Finally all the people are lazy to work because the so called ‘good news’ has come
That there is a promotion of beer; 5 bottles for 40 rand.
From where do these things come that my people live on?
Things that only appear as good but there is no good
Things that put our body’s health in danger; things that cannot help the land
Because these things, instead of creating peace, provoke war…
Things that put our hope to die in hospital
Things that depreciate our dignity! Things that dehumanize our African values and identity
This aspect shows us that the nature of beauty is lost from aesthetics
Things that put us to depreciate the vegetables, pondu, cassava, beans etc.
These things lead us to forget our traditional dances and link us to other ‘modernist’ cultures
Sometimes we shout in our television rooms identifying ourselves with unAfrican identity
Starting from things we wear: shoes, t-shirts, hairstyles, everything, everything, everything, oh! Oh! Ooh! My Africa, where are we going!
We have lost the value of face to face dialogue with friends and our neighbours because of the media…
Facebook, WhatsApp, Instagram, YouTube, messenger, imo, to chat with people who are outside of Africa, to know them, and after to share with others that you have friends outside of Africa, with few or no friends in the immediate neighbourhood…. Oh my loving God!
Many women have children but few of them have the heart of being a mother; many have boyfriends or girlfriends but few of them are serious. Oh my African land! … Many Christians but few of them are committed.
I’m walking on the street like a blind person… I left my house, my mother, my father, my brothers to find the desert without history; for love without glory.
Africa! Africa! Africa! Call me back… I can see a lot of people with me in the same journey of liberty but not connected with what God calls us to be.
Scholastic MANUEL QUEMBO.