Best Uhuru Poems
Mama Africa,
Land of my ancestors' birth;
Source of all mankind,
the once Shangri la of mother earth.
Stir up the spirit of the Mau-Mau in vibrato on the bongo.
Your ways are far higher than the crags of the Kilimanjaro.
Let the cry for freedom rides the winds of the Serengeti,
and the walls of segregation fall like confetti.
With careful utterances,
ransack the minds of the pig-headed souls.
Uhuru milele! Milele bure!
Adamantly, gluttons deprive her black gold.
In the villages, griots will invoke a new story.
Follow the way of the lion,
and watch out for the hyenas.
When the rivers are dry in Tanzania,
danger resides in the mud.
Remember; when liberty is threaten in Somalia,
freedom is written in blood.
Blood stained her crevices with love;
black sons’ and black daughters’ blood.
Categories:
uhuru, angstfreedom,
Form:
Rhyme
I hear Africa weeping
gnashing her teeth in cold
but custodians sit in glory
Cows mooing
bulls bellowing
trees whistling
wind blowing dust in eyes
land cracking and dusty
insects invading crops
women labor in vain
children- new market goats afar
young- girls cakes of pleasure
water migrating to the heavens
but custodians sit in glory
Tell me, weeping Africa
what went wrong?
two generations after Uhuru
Africa telephones heaven, no network
Is Africa blacklisted by God?
Tell me weeping Africa
why do custodians sit in glory,
citizens eat dust
children orphaned
foxes feast on dead meat
why, why?
what went wrong?
Categories:
uhuru, africa, cry, political,
Form:
Free verse
While traveling at warp speed on the Enterprise
Captain Kirk came across a pleasant surprise
He came upon the planet Poetron
Where the written word was spawned
So Scottie beamed him down
To see what he could find
The planet had a reddish brown
surface, and with letters it was mined
The captain stepped on a vowel
And immediately he started to rhyme
But as he began to spell
The letters turned into slime
And Kirk began to sink into a soupy grime
But Scottie managed to beam him up in time
And the captain became a poet in his prime
Uhuru seemed to like his poetic lines
But Spock was not so inclined
And Bones thought he had lost his mind
But everything turned out fine
Then at warp speed he headed off to adventures new
To a strange planet called Haiku
Joseph May
Theme: Kirk becomes a poet
Categories:
uhuru, fantasy, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Africana, a poem that details the pre - colonial, colonial and post -colonial Africa, her rich history, struggles and unique cultural heritage in a picturesque execution.
Africa will Rise Up Tall,Bold, and rule the Earth again
But first Africans must be Africans and more, not more and black.
Mathew R, 2014.
initiator, AFRICANA - the movement ©
AFRICANA (A Poem )
"Our forebears broke kola nuts
And offered prayers
To the benevolent maker,
Whose name varied from one tribe to another.
They lived in peace and harmony."
This was way before
The meek white missionaries
Made landing on our shores.
Africana
They condemned our customs and traditions.
They said our ways were too primitive.
So they burnt down our shrines
And in its stead,
They gave us their three C's.
(Christianity, civilization and commerce)
Africana
These white saviours, in their glowing white robes Baptised our forebears
In the name of the Father, his Son and his Holy Spirit.
Whilst our fore-elders learnt how to pray,
They formed a government,
And on our natural Resources they preyed.
Africana
Albeit their government lynched our forebears.
In the church,
Both the oppressed and their oppressors
Screamed amen.
From two conspicuously separated rows;
The salvation bringers occupied the front seats
The back seats, sanctified for the blacks.
And they said their God was impartial.
Africana
They captured, tortured and shipped
Our forebears to the americas;
To work their cane plantations,
Cotton fields, paddy fields, sugar plants.
The unfortunate ones, thrown overboard
To swim Frank's ocean.
Africana
And many centuries after their first landing.
We, the descendants of former slaves,
Rose from our slumber
And fought for Africa's uhuru.
This freedom many willingly laid down their lives...
And when at last,
We were declared independence,
Our struggle for survival begun.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Categories:
uhuru, africa, black love, books,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Maybe in another lifetime
There will be no classifications or
generalizations, nor discriminations.
Stereotypical consultations of
people with no limitations of racial
inclinations.
Shall external images forever
dominate?
With eliminating of faces who do
not pass on rankings.
God-forsaken souls trapped in
bodies with boundaries.
Bodies trapped in bordered
countries.
Why all these restrictions and secret
encriptions leading our lives as
fiction?
Will money forever define our
positions?
Situations now rely on taxation and
all other government operations.
Water, housing and education are
more complications.
Should politicians and officials be
making such conditions?
When will crime come to a stop?
As society live with their own
possessions fearsomely and
indelinquents carry on fiercely.
Fraudulent activities continue and
surprisingly the "supposed-to-be-
behind-bars" live freely.
How do the innocent live as
prisoners and criminals feel a full
force of Uhuru?
Perhaps in another lifetime will
there be no indications of such
implications.
Money, appearance and crime will
be nothing more than a waste of
time.
But not in this life, maybe in
another life time!
Categories:
uhuru, environment
Form:
Alliteration
The beat of the jembe, a pulse of unity between embodiment and self.
The seeds of Ubuntu, our grandmothers sowed in murmured displays.
The grunt of a Kudu, an imprinted bellow of pride in the herd.
To Witness Uhuru, if conscious of self a prophecy dwells.
The Black Conscious Gurus, a pride in depression neglecting oppression.
The Black Conscious movement the beautiful course depicting progression!
Categories:
uhuru, addiction,
Form:
Epic
DREAMING HOME…
In cosmic dreams,
I’ve waded the Nile
In golden Nubian sunsets;
Felt the warm breath
Of Sahara breeze
Kiss my cheeks;
Made my bed in tall savanna grass
And cooled my soul
In rain forest dew;
I’ve crouched beneath Gold Coast palms:
A palm wine drunkard…
Arms flung wide;
My soul
Has soared
Atop Uhuru Peak:
Yes,
I too,
Dream of Africa.
Categories:
uhuru, africa, black african american,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Memory !
What a brainstorm your are
A translation of nature so beauteous than ever
An illustrated Cupid in my imaginations
With your arrows pointing to sweet bitter notion
You diffuse in a viral motion in my veins
With my gaze I descend deeply into you my core
Luminous intensity of flash fiction you recall
You make me titled, with each second I ponder
Wretched or superlative?
All these are traditional misapprehensions
Nevertheless a cosmopolitan points
To revolutionary apotheosis
A new revelation to sparkle in my tribulations
All credits to you my core
Wondering how far you will take me
Till reality prevails, my memory ...
Your autochthonous beauties
And the fluffy tenderness of your brushes
Paints the portrait of a black angel ,
Robert Gabriel Mugabe of the Zimbabwean plateau
Nelson Mandela of the southern cape
Samora Michael of Mozambique
Uhuru Kenyatta of Kenya
Edgar Lungu of Zambia
Towering Museveni of Uganda
John Magufuli of Tanzania
Alassane Ouattara of the Ivory Coast
Nana Akufo-Addo of Ghana
Muhammadu Buhari of the oil fields of Nigeria
Peter Mutharika of the Malawian slim boarders
Alpha Condè of Guinea
Iconic figures you recall.
Categories:
uhuru, leadership,
Form:
Blank verse
I am not a player
But a hunter
penetrating your soul like an American vampire sucking your blood, am no Adolph Hitler
destroying a civilization
creating the Aryan nation.
I’m not like the bomb in Hiroshima
but my words are nuclear
destroying your devilish philosophy,
I don’t eat no spaghetti
‘cause me no Benito Mussolini;
I am
animal
cannibal
just like Idyanimal Dada
using my words to trap you.
Call me whatever!
Cause you don’t know me
but
I know you
cause
me no the poet
but
the poem made by the sound of hand grenades
creating painful melodies
chanting
Uhuru Africa!
Categories:
uhuru, africa,
Form:
ABC
A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…
A mountain of rivers,
running the Niles to desert,
crossing the Niger to the ocean,
a Congo in the Basin, an orange of waters,
the Silver of Gold Coast.
Africa! A Limpopo in Zambezi.
Wild wild cat mewing on jaro mountains,
climbing the Zuma face,
and ascending from the Jos-Plateau.
Africa! A sight and sound,
a sound of Saka Zulu,
and a sight of Mandela.
A sound of Mau Mau song,
and a sight of Jomo Kenyatta.
The voice of Nkrumah,
prompting tying broom sticks together.
The zikist Movement,
and the freedom of the child.
Africa! A child once weeping,
but Ngugi says, ‘Weep Not Child’.
Once tried,
in ‘the trial of Brother Jero’.
Once chained,
Kaunda assured, ‘Zambia shall be free’.
Achebe saw ‘Things fall apart’,
observed, ‘The center cannot hold’,
but, Addis Ababa held the center.
Africa! Chanting a new song,
the song that unchained the chains of Mandela,
replacing the guns with tables and chairs.
A song written in ‘So Long a Letter’,
making brothers sit with brothers,
a song recited while sitting around a table.
A song of reasoning; a song of understanding;
but the last stanza of the song says;
Not yet Uhuru
Categories:
uhuru, nature, people, places, song,
Form:
Epic
As I sit and watch
Watch you denounce the obligatory violence
Announcing and pronouncing the fabricated freedom
Joyfully commemorating and celebrating your assassinated true leaders
The enemy killed not the leaders but the ideas
You buried not them but the ideologies intended to truly liberate you
6 feet deep under the ground,
Saying they shall multiply and long live!
Chanting slogans with no comprehension just for the rhythm and sound
Deep into the ground
Burying your true liberation from colonization
Being sold the false hope of FREEDOM.
As I sit and watch
Watch black man selling his kinsmen to the highest bidder
Manipulated by the enemy to think he is better and different
Better than the poor masses who sacrificed themselves to be his ladder up
You are no different black man
You are just a slave in a black tie
They bribe you with a cheque from your forefathers’ fortune and wealth
They use you to steal in your own pocket
Stealing your legacy to your enemy
Yes they are right ‘You are different’
The difference between us is your inanity.
As I sit and watch
I watch my brothers and sisters been turned to be educated slaves
Enslaved by a mere pen and paper
A piece of paper segregating us and determining our destiny
Desired so hard by many to own to serve the enemy
They chose very well the useless texts to colonize and brainwash you
They planned so well to systematically oppress you
They took the weaker with no vision to execute their plans
As I sit and watch
I watch them say “save that one in a cell we might use him later”
I watch them say “kill that one he is too stubborn, a true leader and he is a threat”
I watch them with white collars reading the scriptures that say ‘a slave must obey his master’ and shouting PEACE BE UNTO YOU!
I watch them on the other hand brutally killing, raping and stealing.
Wake up black man and liberate yourself
No one will
Not even your so trusted leaders
You are not yet uhuru and so is your Azania
They stole your land with a bullet and you shall get it with a bullet not negotiations and commissions
Free yourself
Decolonize your education
To truly liberate the coming generation
Preach not their gospel but Africanism and socialism
ALUTA CONTINUA!!!!
#I WRITE TO PROMOTE NO VIOLENCE BUT TO LIBERATE
Categories:
uhuru, africa, freedom, leadership, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Dimed hope and shaded minds coloured by the blood washed from the street
Corners where our children carelessly play.
Broken bones and shattered dreams no sunny days in this part of the border.
Echoes of uhuru shake the ground but we dare not whisper ubuntu here, for
We are not terrorists but victims and inhabitants of where terror is.
Gun fires are but common songs we all haste to dance to, with our souls moving
To each shot…..we never fail to miss a beat.
We know too well what it means to say Ou baas and call another man “master”
Whilst enslaving our beings for his amusement our minds remain free, barely.
Each day’s hope died with the one before the struggle for our liberation lies
Entirely in our mental emancipation. Here we are standing upon the ground our
Ancestors were robbed of and all we can think of is the size of our wallets.
I remember a time when we chanted uhuru with the Congolese and we were one
As Africans. Now here they stand staring at our border fence that clouds their minds,
And shatters their hearts till all they can do is question the, genuineness of our past.
I remember when strangers were my brother and we found comfort in our unity.
Now nepotism is a language we know too well who is he, he is clearly not pedi, go
Your way pedi’s only here.
BEE, black equality equated to selective oppression so we are forced to question are
We really free? Our forefathers chucked spears and our fathers clinged tenaciously to
Those rifles yet here we are and all I am to you is a door man, where is my democracy?
I still sing our freedom songs hoping you might remember what we were truly fought for.
And even as we are fading away like the true essence of our history I long for my child
To know in depth what we stand for as a country and my role in the building of a great nation.
Categories:
uhuru, black-african amerhope,
Form:
it feels like recently
when you typed my name
our names
on a piece of paper
in our computer class that day
in Nairobi
it feels so close... learning ms word, ms excel etc
newbies to computers
yet we just focused on ourselves
lovers in the class
dreamers of love
our love
That day the weather was hot
the streets were busy
we run holding hands
free
laughing
had some chips and sausage
you had coke, i had fanta
and we explored further
Uhuru park was like our home
we loved that park
we always went there after our class
a freedom park
and truly the love was freely felt when there
we talked for hours
we planned our futures
we agreed to meet again
to be together again
it was a hard day
to say goodbye
you were going for further studies
and i was staying behind
we watched the piece of paper with our names on it
as it flew up the air
hoping
dreaming
i miss you so much
Thank you Hello by Adele. Tears....memories...more tears...
Categories:
uhuru, lost love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
I stood at the edge of exhaustion
quietly sipping my cup of palmwine
when I saw Sabri,
frazzled but unyielding in her soft scrubs,
our eyes locked for a brief moment
In her gaze were buckets of hope
Oh! Bijou of destiny!!
maiden of Pointe-Noire!!!
you ignited the embers
She was going to touch me
but I was jolted from reverie
when Uhuru my noisy neighbour
spilled some palmwine on my face
though upset, I licked the sweetness off my lips
with the composure of a fulfilled nonagenarian
and smiled as I saw once again, the torch of our futures
glittering like fire beneath a kettle
Her name, all carved in flames of gold...Kangou!
Categories:
uhuru, art, beauty, desire, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Until the blood
Flowing in my veins equals
The blood flowing in theirs
The cry for freedom
Will persist and insist
Uhuru is my cry for freedom
Until the tongue
I speak and my religion
Is no different than the
Colour of their eyes
Uhuru is my cry for redemption
The cry for freedom
Will always prevail over
Machetes and AK 47s
Uhuru is my cry for freedom
Until our villages and towns
Are properly called
In their mother tongue
And not abused versions
The cry for freedom
Justice and equity will
Reach high pitch
Uhuru is my cry for freedom.
Categories:
uhuru, analogy, angst, feelings, pain,
Form:
Elegy