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SOMETIME I FEEL LIKE SHOUTING---WAKATI FULANI NATAKA KUPIGA KELELE-
katika mwanga wa jua-
hata katika mvua
Bwana nataka kupiga kelele jina lako
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again, again and again
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
Lord I feel like lifting you up in praise
Oh, Lord feel like lifting you up in praise
Again all day always...just want to shout out your name
in the sunshine-
even in the rain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
Again all day always...just want to shout out your name
in the sunshine-
even in the rain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
For you suffered for me with your strips I am free;
Savior you died for me
And in the darkness, in the pain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
God the Father, your Son Jesus came and washed away my sins
Lord I feel like shouting your name
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
katika mwanga wa jua-
hata katika mvua
Bwana nataka kupiga kelele jina lako
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again, again and again
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
8/16/05
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2005, 2019©
What if insurgency or killings last longer than necessary
What if none of the government is involved
What if it is through external influence
What if they are bound to occur
What if all Boko Haram actions are not of emissary
What if they are not been dissolved
What if it doesn't to any affluence
What if none turns a cur
What if Bandits never exist
What if more lives got lost through other means
What if the constitution don't address resolution
What if there is no room for punishment
What if Kidnapping persist
What if it can be traced to genes
What if ransom increases elocution
What if it is recognized as an ancient
What if Fulani herdsmen killings continues
What if the farmers succumb
What if the acts bring peaceful night
What if the more thanks the more trouble
What if Oil bunkering stops
What if poverty crumb
What if all Barrels are tight
What if no barrel makes rubble
If all these have been ravaging
Should we all agree
If all these have truly being
Won't it be better we rule by decree?
Haiku I mean
because
life is a mystery
sky is clear
and serene
one draw
these grasshoppers-
I want to pass
I want to smile
may be love
is hand to mouth
or may be we eat
to live
or may be we live to eat
because here is domestic-
even cowards
are our brothers
because I can't sleep
anyhow, nothing is scarce
rather it goes through
before me is a thought
in letters and words-
others are mode, mean and median
and still others are bound around
wisdom is a reason-
here, between ends
of a bridge
and even among
houseflies butterflying
around
nods? are but words
of body gestures
a crocodile lamenting
and courting or something
tonight case may be
different, may be tough
I fear flies
and see tomorrow is an
election day
oh! my head and heart!
may be next season
fire may be abundant
in vitamins
I digest two morsels
of favourite food
did I wink to
right or left?
after all I am taking precautions
isn't it?
this station here
smoke rising
in snow and wind
like a privatization
of facial expressions
hark and damn?
I think everybody
is free? and everything?
toast to me twas?
I think we will
leave here for Malabu?
isn't it?
something is a dream
in wings of east and west
isn't it?...
some haikus to fancy
weather of rainbow
may I blow my nose? and brush my teeth?.
I am....
An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer
I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke
Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela
I am proud Masai
Standing around manyattas,
Jumping to melodies from the olaranyani
Eunoto is here and today I dance in front my peers in transition into a senior warrior
Oh how sweet the African rhythms
Imprudently lifting and soul soothing
Sisala sebrew on Akan drums
Highlife explorations unending on opus 1.
I am an Ewe woman
From the lineage of Nerfetiti
And a great great ....grand daughter of Nandi
My Gèle will never fall off
My Dashiki will never fade out
I am a Fulani herdsman
Wandering the Sahel plains of Africa
Along with a fellow Malinke brother
Who speaks fluent igbo and today we revisit our roots in Nok
I’m from Gao
320 km east-southeast of Timbuktu.
A descendant of Sonni Ali ,
Reciting the epic of Sundiata with intertwining soothing kora melodies from Kandia Kouyate
Oh how dazzling the African landscape
And glorious it's Heritage
Such rekindling and Homeric folklores
And a boundless diverse cultures
I am the African dream
mother's only son my father’s only daughter
I'm the incantations of royal fetish and message behind the talking drum
I am the African noble
Free from identity torment
I know of my glorious past and my colourful future
My city will bleed no more
Never again will i be a wanderer
I know my culture
And my alluring language
Ah how powerful the African names
Araba Termytorphe and Ifedayo chant in unity
Diallo Sissoko and Achiaa bestow serenity
Mbali and Lamisi elegantly wore their kente
Tonight we dance to tunes from the kete
For Yaa Asantewaa never gave up the fight
So we lift our hearts with emancipated minds
To reach new heights ! O’ Nana Nyame,
May you forever guide us with your light .