My Malawi - Independence Day Poem

We were not a nation, but just a continent Africa with kingdoms then, we violently got segmented and detached by people who never understood us we were sliced as if we were bread, then, one precious piece appeared, a sweet-potato shaped only to find itself locked as a puzzle we were given a colonial name, a colonial anthem, and a colonial currency It’s funny how I also write in the colonial language, and I put it as my fluency we were enslaved, in our homeland but also, we were sent to their lands we were abused to the core, and we burnt out as coal as my great grandfather narrated of the “Thangata System” we were deceived that they discovered our rivers, lakes and mountains it’s funny that we were using them before naming became a discovery, and fresh generations are still indoctrinated with the deception We forgave, but our history cannot be erased We have moved, but we have pains Our history is not pleasing, it’s hard pressing We were taken for granted As if we are not a people Not a secret, we were called “monkeys” Our dignity was lost Then we gained independence we had once lost When the stupid federation was broken, as the dawn arrived and the cock crowed It looked promising as men, women, and children chanted They sung, because they felt victorious But still, we betrayed each other, Infested with mysteries, greed, insecurities, poverty, tyranny We still never gave up but fought for the freedom A little bit of a turning around But we still cry bitterly When the people elected forget us And we still exploit each other Where is "Ubuntu"? Our independence lost its fragrance Because we are not free When we still depend on foreign aid in every sector What went wrong? I wait for complete healing, I wait for the day we shall see the meaning, I believe our history is important Only when told in an honest way So that we can pave a way For truth, and progress