Terrible by Amit Parmessur

All crops are made for fields,

but not all African fields are made for crops.

There’re so many tears of blood, insane murders.

I don’t know where we are!

All words are made for mouths

but not all African mouths are made for words.

How can Man control Man when God made him?

I don’t know where we are!

All feelings are made for hearts,

but not all African hearts know happiness.

There’s so much undeserved hatred,

misery and injustice? I don’t know where we are!

All shoes of freedom are made for feet

But not all African feet are made for such shoes.

Why can’t we feel for broken hearts and twisted bodies?

I don’t know where we are!

All pencils of knowledge are made for hands,

but not all African hands are made for pencils.

Have a long look at your table globe;

only blue tears and blood…

tears

only tears

drying our hearts, minds and souls.

Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. Terrible.

I Dream Of Africa by Mgcini Nyoni

I dream of Africa

The open space

that tell of endless possibilities

the mesmerising beauty

the black beauty

of the women in

lovely head wraps

and colourful bangles

that tell you

You are home

I dream of Africa

where every woman

is a queen

I dream of Africa

where the smiles are

as big and lovely

as the African sunrise

the hearts as big

as the Kilimanjaro

and as vast as the Atlantic

I dream of Africa

where the woman are

full of

tender loving care.