Nabavyusa bavila,
Nabavyusa bajhoba
Mweshi ho
Muliho x2
Bashukulu beetu batusigile ndeeto
Himangeni siye malanga ne ndeeto zetu.
Bakirage bahetiteta Muvila atatula honiho.
Bakirage bahetiteta Mujhoba atatula honiho.
Betwe tuli bamwe
Betwe tuli kumwe
Betwe tuli mubombo
Betwe tuli kumwe.
Nabavyusa bakwambaga be bajhoba,
Misika, bamawe na batata nabavyusa.
Ndeeto zetu zili missi yeetu ,
Mutenena, mutenena kya kweetu
Mwakole! mwakole!
mwakole !mwakole!
Mwakole!
Baalabu na banye babeya boshi basangana
Bashukulu beetu ku Kitanga Kye Nika
Mu bibalo byabo.
Tuliho tuli honiho,
Béné bibalo byose
Tuli honiho.
Betwe tuli bamwe
Betwe tuli kumwe
Betwe tuli mubombo
Betwe tuli kumwe.
Bafipa, bavila,
Baholoholo, batabwa,
Babuyu , babemba,
Bamasanzi, bahoma,
Babwali , batongwe,
Na baandi.
Betwe tuli bamwe
Betwe tuli kumwe
Betwe tuli mubombo
Betwe tuli kumwe.
Kibalo ne bandu
Kisi bandu Kya zima kaya.
Mwenenu Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Musabwa
Béné Kifumbi menémené kye bavila
Betwe tuli bamwe
Betwe tuli kumwe
Betwe tuli mubombo
Betwe tuli kumwe.
Categories:
baraka, africa, culture, history, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Red x trane
(a black arts movement kwansaba)
by ‘bro.zayid’
Garvey greased Harlem struttin
Baraka bluuuue New Ark floats
Chicago ‘sippi blood thick
Watts fire ibeji badd
Big Eazy polyrhythmic
Dee stroyed broadsided lovin
A red X’d Trane flyin home…
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Categories:
baraka, inspiration, memory,
Form: Kwansaba
Time is too precious to waste.
Time has been wasted.
It flies with every blink.
Wasted, wasted on trivialities.
Baraka and mercy in time lost over time.
We can never regain lost times.
Relive the nightmare of our now realities.
Countries are in disarray.
People are at war.
The poor suffer more.
Youth without the hope of a decent future,
Time has shown us how wasteful we have been and still are.
Africa is one of the richest continents.
Africa is the poorest of the poor.
Famine, poverty grip the hearts and bodies of children.
Everybody too scared to speak their minds.
Raped by colonialism,
Raped by the west,
The instigators and third parties of all the chaos,
Time and time again they use the same strategy.
Half the world to blind to see how time has gone wasted.
The futures of our beloved Africa, in the hands of incompetent leaders
Greed in their hearts and blood on their hands,
Fall in the trap of divide and conquer.
Time precious, waits for no man
Wasted, wasted.
Categories:
baraka, bereavement, war,
Form: Prose Poetry