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Take me back to the days Where the feel of texture and distinguishing colors among Africans didn't matter Where the only word was black, and not pale or darker Where the only weapon was loyalty upto royalty actually smarter Where mother toung superiority excelled the rest was after. Where rituals and ceremonies were significant in culture Where oral traditions activities was a preservation of history. Where inclusivity wasn't done based on tribe, status or age Where inspiration and education was passed from generation to generation through storytelling. Where people performed rather than spoke Where the media was the speaker's tone, volume, and cadence Take me back to the days Where people did not blame nationality, ethnicity, culture, economics and education Where there was no colonial domination Where there was no concept of slavery, racism or discrimination. Where Africa was rich in culture and not the fallacy of primitive and a backward jungle Where Africa was peaceful and not a race with guns and violent. Where shouting am black and proud wasn't important because color didn't matter. Where respect for elders remained an unbroken cornerstone in african culture Where birth, marriage and burial rites was honored. Welcome to the days Where exporting and importing of cultures have become the trend Where cultures travel through deserts, cross trade routes and through immigration borders Where exchange disregards our notions of geography and race. Where virtues such as hospitality, empathy, courtesy and respect is long gone Where the only thing left are byproducts of culture. Where multiculturalism has faded and everone hails on becoming one The richness is not in Africa looking like Europe What makes the world beautiful is in the diverse contributions Welcome to the days Where culture is paraded on an image of drum beating Where media's notion is dancing naked or eating bush meat Where in the midst of it all culture lost its definition Where there is no importance in defending a territory with no boundaries. Where technology dominated our land and mind The struggle lies in reclaiming what is rightfully ours I refuse to fall and cramble because I'm for the idea of sameness. In the mind is where it all starts I put no blame on culture, not my affliction.

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Not On My Complexion

Take me back to the days Where the feel of texture and distinguishing colors among Africans didn't matter Where the only word was black, and not pale or darker Where the only weapon was loyalty upto royalty actually smarter Where mother toung superiority excelled the rest was after. Where rituals and ceremonies were significant in culture Where oral traditions activities was a preservation of history. Where inclusivity wasn't done based on tribe, status or age Where inspiration and education was passed from generation to generation through storytelling. Where people performed rather than spoke Where the media was the speaker's tone, volume, and cadence Take me back to the days Where people did not blame nationality, ethnicity, culture, economics and education Where there was no colonial domination Where there was no concept of slavery, racism or discrimination. Where Africa was rich in culture and not the fallacy of primitive and a backward jungle Where Africa was peaceful and not a race with guns and violent. Where shouting am black and proud wasn't important because color didn't matter. Where respect for elders remained an unbroken cornerstone in african culture Where birth, marriage and burial rites was honored. Welcome to the days Where exporting and importing of cultures have become the trend Where cultures travel through deserts, cross trade routes and through immigration borders Where exchange disregards our notions of geography and race. Where virtues such as hospitality, empathy, courtesy and respect is long gone Where the only thing left are byproducts of culture. Where multiculturalism has faded and everone hails on becoming one The richness is not in Africa looking like Europe What makes the world beautiful is in the diverse contributions Welcome to the days Where culture is paraded on an image of drum beating Where media's notion is dancing naked or eating bush meat Where in the midst of it all culture lost its definition Where there is no importance in defending a territory with no boundaries. Where technology dominated our land and mind The struggle lies in reclaiming what is rightfully ours I refuse to fall and cramble because I'm for the idea of sameness. In the mind is where it all starts I put no blame on culture, not my affliction.