Enticing beat,
ancient accolades, achieving ancestry
backbeat barrage, buoyant beats
crescendo chorus calculations
dulled dirges, double drumming durations
environmental echoed egos
faint, fading fervent falsettos;
Ghost-Note grooves
hi-hat hoop heads hued
intended isolation idio-synchrony
jembe jaunt journeyings
kidi kick knockings
linear lick loggings
metronome mallets magical
nostalgic notations neurological
ostinato off-beat odd-modulationss
paradiddle percussive permutations,
rudimentary rack repetitions, relentless rolls,
soft solitary shakers, steady shredding, single stroking spurs,
tenacious, tribal tectonic tympani trance
udu utterance
vibraslap virgin, vivid vibes vile,
wood-block whirls winging wild
xboba, x-hat, xaern
yearning yugen yarn
zigzag
enticing beat.
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!
AN AFRICAN MORNING
Stretching and yawning
Me every dawning
The cock crowing
Dawn’s breaking
Sun rising.
Cows mowing wanting milking
Sheep bleating wanting grazing
The wind blowing
Cold biting
Trees swaying
Birds chirping.
Goats fighting
Hens scratching
Worms hiding
Shallow brooks flowing.
Fire blazing at the blacksmith’s hearth
Water boiling
I have to go milk.
Kids up and shouting
Jembe to the firm whistling
An African morning,
Never quiet never boring.
BEAT AFRI - CAN - DO
Jembe Jembe!
It calls the dancer Afri!
Long asleep from the curses
Because he cant overcome
So he wails the future of the soil
Jembe! Jembe!
A wave has transcended our chords
Its vibrations and intensity call aloud
It is our will, telling us one thing
Afri! attempt! because you can
Jembe! Jembe!
the courage boils and the veins hardens
I watch you pursue it, each time
With the beat the dance is good and the time ripe
The sun had stuck, the moon dead, waiting
Unleash the ego, dance Afri! Can!
Its now, to be call African!
The beats African do, AFRI CAN DO
Beat AFricando