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Le Problème avec des Blancs – Translation of Jim Everett’s « The White Man Problem » by T. Wignesan
(Jim Everett, Mawbana Pleregannana, b. 1942 on Flinders Island, Tasmania, has had a chequered career and like almost all the aboriginal poets and writers in English of the first post-WWII generation, hardly made it over the primary school curricula. He’s a poet, playwright and essayist (short articles). Among the jobs he tried his hand at : telegram boy, factory hand, fisherman, merchant seaman, rigger, truck driver, public servant, aboriginal community worker and political activist. He was the national secretary of the National Aboriginal and Islander Writers Oral Literature and Dramatists Association.) T. Wignesan, Paris, December 15, 2016
Des aborigènes ayant lutté ne cessent de perdre.
L’homme blanc est venu pour répandre son fléau,
Ils ont apporté leurs droits que nous n’avons pas choisis.
Nous ne pouvons pas contrôler cette chose qui nous étouffe,
Malgré cet obstacle nous devons nous faire avancer
Et nous devons aussi rester fidèle à nos croyances dans leurs
évolution,
Dans l’espoir que l’attitude des blancs va se diminuer.
Des hommes blancs ne s’intéressent pas à comprendre nos
traditions,
Ils pensent que leur technologie est la meilleure solution pour
l’homme.
Et ils persistent à nous faire renoncer à nos coutumes ancestrales
Et leur ‘civilisation’ continue à nous nous faire soumettre.
Ils ne voient pas à quel point ils ont tort,
Etant aveuglés par la gloire et le pouvoir.
Leur pouvoir les empêche à distinguer le vrai but de la vie,
Ainsi créant le problème des hommes blancs qui nous rende
amers.
Les problèmes des blancs s’avèrent être l’avarice et le viol,
Et leurs dix commandements qu’ils désobéissent à volonté.
Pour quelle raison ont-ils des telles lois s’ils ne peuvent pas les
suivre,
C’est toujours le cas des tous les blancs.
La réponse devrait se trouver dans le fait de leur pouvoir,
Exploitant d’autres pauvres blancs sans défense parmi eux.
L’histoire de l’homme blanc se résume à : chacun pour soi-même,
Que le problème de l’homme blanc n’est guère confiné à la
couleur de sa peau.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016.
Intro:
April 2013
Verse 1:
Enter bus make we go period of JAMB
Me nor dey shake cas na my third
E be like chance to take blast
No be mouth guy man dey jack
When dem boys dey flex Christmas
Momsi go cook, clean and wash
Make Pikin get extra time
Scatter past questions sote the pages tear
Teacher throw question for class, my hand already in the air
No man be dondi (at all)
Cas if you persevere (persevere)
You go be guru
My guy, you no need voodoo I swear
I stuck to my timetable
Cover the whole syllables
On Facebook, BB and 2go
Me dey unavailable
Three Months before the JAMB
I been dey jack Post-UME self
To secure admission that year like say I be iron shelf
As Baba God pilot am
The awaited day land
I pieces the exam
Without bullet for my hand
Na make my sleepless night for pay
Sure say Baba God know my pain
A week later the result date
My Jamb Score na 168
Damn
Hook:
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Verse 2:
No be hin leave make Jacob job Esau?
Na hin create Amalekites dem, con tell Saul 'kill dem all'?
Even small small pikin dem wey nor know wetin dey sup?
Bros J vex use he hand scatter money for black market joint
E be like God be badt guy
When he put that tree for eden
Cas if apple nor dey
Mama Cain for nor disobey
Moses my guy too try
Come make mistake fall hand
Hin knack am pass Yemi Alade
E nor come go promise land
E resemble the same issue we dey face for 9ja
Igbos dey vex for government, on top country matter
The Government dey corrupt
Some people no see food to chop
Even for Malay where I dey
Racism be like groundnut
Mehn the good die young and wicked people dey flex
Bros Jeremiah been vex
Baba, if you dey watch like film
Sure say you go hala 'nawa'
Plus man fit loose guard hin faith
Make I hear from you 'how far'
(Bros J how far naw)
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Hook:
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy?
Mama's here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you,
She loves you a lot.
Mama's always by your side,
Even when she can't talk.
When you're at your best.
And even when you're at your worst.
Kai loves you.
Mama loves you.
Nothing could be more true,
Than the words I speak when I'm with you.
I want to be there for you.
I want to lift you up.
Someday, we'll meet.
Someday, I will.
I'll press butterfly kisses all over your face.
I'll sqwoosh your cheeks and hug you close.
I'll cuddle with you all the time.
I'll never ever leave your side.
One day, we'll meet.
Then, you'll see.
Mama's here. Mama's with you.
She'll never ever leave.
When Tigger can't bounce,
And Pooh hates honey.
When Peter Pan can't fly,
And Mater isn't funny.
That's when I'll stop loving you,
That's when I'll move on.
When Patton can't smile,
And Roman drops his sword and runs.
When Logan can't find a solution,
And doesn't even try.
When Virgil gives up on the others,
And becomes the bad guy.
That's when I'll leave you.
When the world ends.
Only then,
Will I not be your friend.
I may not be good at everything,
Or even good for you.
But I swear on my life,
I could never stop loving you.
Not you.
Not Alex.
Not Al or Kat.
Not Kayden.
Not Katie.
Not Rory or Batts.
Not Megan.
Not Joan.
Not Cassie or Jen.
Not Marie.
Not Zoe.
Not Olivia or Em.
Not Emma.
Not Beet.
Not Caelum or Kali.
Not Cas.
Mot Gabby.
Not Serena or Bailey.
Not Xavier.
Not Rihanna.
Not Natasha or Mac.
Not even Malaya.
Not even Sonnae.
Not even if there isn't a person that loves me back.
I could never stop loving,
All the people in my life.
Past or present,
Even if they weren't nice.
Mama always loves you.
She'll never move on.
Mama won't ever stop loving,
Even if everyone else is gone.
Mama loves you.
Your highs and your lows.
Kai loves you.
They'll protect you from all your foes.
Mama's always here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you.
She loves you a lot.
Verse 1
As I hope for the best, I also Expect the worse
Put my pen to the test, while bleeding out my words
Compare me not to the rest, unless their lyrics can hop
in similis and metaphors, that I sow in the core
This is real life brother, this is not just a game
I came not to compete, but to sign in a name
Tipped can't erase, I stay in my lane
but if you double cross my path, I'd only leave you ashamed
ashamed of the fact that you can never pen down like PRO
ashamed of the fact that you can never go deeper like PRO
ashamed of the fact that you can't overthrown me in my zone
punching lines together like patterns and architect draws
In a Hit Mansion le sons d'Afrique and PRO is unique
like the soundz in Afrique
Afro, Africa
but I would not panic
I'd stay true to my being, cas I recognize my niche
Hook
Soundz Afrique, Music Show
it is what it is, when I come with the flow
A songwriter, a rapper and a poet
Pro Obi is a name you won't forget
(X 2)
Verse 2
I was evicted
but my may Sayers and my haters stay convicted
thanks to my friend that supported, thanks that you voted
thank you for being there for me, never neglected
Obi Chidubem
I'm ahead of the game
should be in the Hall of Fame
I bring the heat to the flames
I'm burning every bushes that is blocking my way
still heading to the top, and I'm conquering the snakes, y'all
they wanna pluck me off cas I've got what it takes, y'all
I see them waiting to gather me with a rake y'all
trying to blow me off like a cake, y'all
but I know delay ain't denial,
I celebrate y'all
so right now, I dey jolly jolly
like say na Christmas like it's holi holi
shouts out to Soundz Afrique and every body body
this is reality bruh, no be nolly nolly
Hook
Soundz Afrique, Music Show
it is what it is, when I come with the flow
A songwriter, a rapper and a poet
Pro Obi is a name you won't forget
(X 2)
. Back in
the days of
the Knights
Lack of
wood to
cook food
would, leave
a Knight not
able to fight, or
not as right as
a knight should
They'd say xxxxxxxxxxxx
"That knight's in ooooooooooooo
a daze!" So on those day's they would
cut wood. They would call them the wood cut days
I suppose as rightly they should! It came to pass
one "wood cut day" The cas- tle came under
attack The Knights were dazed all night
they say When even a snack, they
would lack! The fair maid- en
needed wood for her stove
To get the knights head
back in place. That's why
when he said, "I've got
xxxxxxx wood!" She would glow
xxxxx with a smile on her face!
*** She cooked up a most bounti-
x ful meal. After they ate, they
x fought so hard, The Knights with
x no daze were winner's. The wood then
x stood high in regard! The
x moral of the story is this,
x When quelling Knights needs,
x make no mis- takes. You can
x ask any blush- ing maiden, the
x difference some good wood makes!
INTRO:
I have prepared
Hook:
a season of joy should not go by without jubilation
so I'm not judging descent yuletide celebrations
but I don't forget the word
I reflect on Christ
plus it's the end of the year, I reflect on my life
to be an alpha, I gotta live better-ly
I'm praying dear Jesus make me a better me
I'm praying for wealth, wisdom and family
I'm praying to continually give like St Nicholas did
VERSE:
like I do in my raps
the greatest form of generousity is from the heart
the gift of Christ been investing from the start
may his grace reign sufficiently as I plant
some think I fell out.l cas I don't always mention Christ
but I'm that Christian the enemy tried to dim his light
salvation Journey is tunnel where the light flickers
my darkest moment tell a tale and ofcourse they deter
I'm almost loosing track, a lot of sharp bends
reignite by his words, my engine won't quench
dodging temptation, in Jesus I have a friend
take down goliaths with stones and multiplying breads
everyday is war, I gotta stay winning
I pray the day that he comes, I won't be caught sinning
Lord grant me wisdom and wealth cas family is billing
Proverb 10:22 has said that you are willing
HOOK:
a season of joy should not go by without jubilation
so I'm not judging descent yuletide celebrations
but I don't forget the word
I reflect on Christ
plus it's the end of the year, I reflect on my life
to be an alpha, I gotta live better-ly
I'm praying dear Jesus make me a better me
I'm praying for wealth, wisdom and family
I'm praying to continually give like St Nicholas did, Pro
OUTRO:
I am sending an angel ahead of you
to guard you along the way
to bring you to the place
I have prepared
You have all heard I am sure of the three musketeers
The group with the swords not the ones with the funny ears
Reminds me of a joke that right here would apply
There are three kinds of people I tell you no lie
Those who are really quite good at math
And those who are not and that's that
They were the three musketeers but they were four
Their math was bad not three, four and no more
I hope you're all still with me, I'm not trying to be a pest
I need you to follow me because at the end there's a test
There is Casarah
Yeah and hurrah
She is a good ma
Then there is Tim
You should know him
He's tall and trim
And finally there is the kind hearted Jan
From England she's the one with no tan
Coy and demure behind her fancy fan
If you kept count that makes three
Who can argue. You'd have to agree.
Now we have arrived at what I am trying to say
I've just joined them and I quite enjoy sword play
Do you see? I am number four.
I'll just walk through their door.
That makes me the best, the fillet mignon
It turns out that I am frikin' D'Artagnan.
Oh,no!not again,my book is in a mess.vomits of inks all over my notes.
My pen is drunk again.Stench!,stench of vomits everywhere.As it wobbles
from line one to line four...No!no matter what I must finish this piece,so
that I can have peace.I`m writing a Sedoka to a wonderful damsel and....
the ground is spinning,I`m feeling very dizzy; Hiccups.....hic...cups this is
frustrating,oh! it`s not me,it`s my pen....then I travel to the world of
extreme bliss where I`m married to a princess in a golden castle....
with plenty cattle...the sky is blue as the flowers bloom and the stars
are sparkling;Oh,yes!I`ve been here before~the apex of glory...
cool cosy water fall touching my head....De ja vu ~~de ja vu....inks
dripping on my feet...Ha!my pen~~I jerk back to life....thick inks flow
out of my drunken pen forming a sea of water on my notes.Oh!smell
of whisky fills the air.......my Sedoka is ruin.Ha!my princess in the Ca..
cas..tle..;Wha..t an illusion..Staggering..waggling...rambling, my pen
moves along.........
This morning I woke up from bed
With a paper and pen in my hand
Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?
Addicted to poems,
But
been looking for inspiration, so I let the Good book flash his light
before I get lost in the darkness of a blindsight
Life of an addict, But one without insight
Success is a hidden treasure I need, so I seek Christ
Its Faith over Power, an improper fraction
Dear God Direct all my plans and my actions?
Cas all that twinkles in the sky is not a star
Some live behind a mirror, to viel who they trully are
Perception of perfection, they present Fake reflections
But Obi Chidubem
will shine as bright as Jeruselem
Please feel free to clap
As the Lord's servant raps
But never call me crazy
Its a virtue not being lazy
Dear Lord keep me strong, working on my craft
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit
Thank you Father for your Son whom for my sins had perish
Your grace is ever sufficient, like waterfalls it flourish
My soul is has been messed up, I pray o Lord you cleanse it
You made me in your image
May I reflect your light
May you pilot my flight
May I soar like a kite
Larger wings than an aero,
A generational hero
Lord protect me from sorrow
And every evil strife
I'm spitting on this lappy
cas lately I was weary
and my vision gets blurry
but you told me don't worry
I should seek first your glory
And you'd change my story
Make my days bright and sunny
In summary
Glory be to the Father, son and Holy Spirit
Who was, and is, and will be
Eternally
Amen
AMEN