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SHAKA ZULU

When they play hide and seek
And memorize your words
Watch them
When they adjust the truth
And do not know what is occurring 
Smile at yourself
These,these are the revelations,

Sometimes the truth
Is not spoken
It is shown
Sometimes the lies
Are not shown 
They are spoken 
Distinguish the individuals,

When they play hide and seek
And imitate your words
See them
When they reconstruct the truth
And do not know what to hide
Be proud of yourself
These,these have been written.

NANDI OF THE ZULU KINGDOM

A mother is a springboard, strong and sure
From which dreams soar, and spirits roar.  
She launches hearts with boundless grace 
Lighting the path toward life’s embrace.  

Nandi was Shaka Zulu’s springboard  
With eyes as sharp as an eagle's gaze.  
She guided him to rise in might
A lioness who never swayed
Holding steady through day and night.  

Indeed, a mother is a springboard
Lifting hopes to greater heights
Clearing paths with her guiding light 
Like a crane, lifting courage to flight.

Cool Beans

Sip…sip…w’zup
sippity-doo-da day
robust bouncing
cool beans with a shaka sign
super-duper gee whiz jiff
by golly ding-dong
it’s gonna be the best

D    D    D              D    D    D
A    A    A                   A    A    A
Y    Y    Y                        Y    Y    Y
YAY

cool beans

INTRODUCE ME !I AM THE KING

If you could see what I am seeing 
Mesmerized,speechless,amazes,intrigued 
What a man of statue
His words say it all
Royalty in its raw form
A monster in the making 
Yet his love is so deep,

Thee,amalgamation of culture 
As the spear being raised up high
Honouring those old souls
Embracing who we are as a nation
Our hearts filled with joy
And respect is at the tip of the tongue 
Thee, dream is being manifested 
As we proceed with,which was written 
Honouring our commitments
Your majesty is here to stay,

If you could feel what I am feeling 
Sense of belonging,maturity,blessings,anointment 
What a diverse man
His Royalty with endless love
Everyone must bow
The monster has arrived 
The King! King Shaka!
S

May You Remember My Name King Shaka Zulu

As the reasons starts to unfold
And the culture takes its formation
May you accept it
You were born to lead
Warrior you are

Decisions were made before your time
Now, a living proof of those
Innovations were formulated before your time
Now, an utilization of those
Strategies were invented before your time
Now, implementation of those
Conquering the world

As your life starts to shape into something that is wonderful 
And your uniqueness takes its place
May you accept it
You were born to be a leader
Warrior you are

Who Am I

Who am I?

I am a lion who comes out as a goat
I am an ocean with waves big enough to drown
I am a child of Mesopotamia 
A descendant of Shaka Zulu
Baptized in the Nile
I depict the sword of Mansa Musa

I am the backbone of civilization
An icon of emancipation
I represent the pyramid of Giza
And the lighthouse of Alexandria
A symbol of hope 
And an emblem of freedom

I am a depiction of Chinua Achebe ink
An illustration of the hieroglyphic 
I am the carapace of Hannibal
And the shield of Tunka Manin
I am a player of the djembe
And the author of Sundiata Epic

I am an inheritor of Timbuktu 
A citizen of Kumbi-Saleh
A compadre to Askia Muhammed
And a son of Mansa Musa
A follower of Kwame Nkrumah
And a kinsman of Ahmet Sekou Toure

I am the native son of Gao
A fisherman of Lake Victoria
A Tuareg from the Sahara 
I hailed from the cradle of life
I am the black in Panther
And this is really who I am, A black man.

Mother Africa

She is not just images of starving children with bellies bloated with air 
She is not just dry faces and tattered clothes with flies circling her hair 
She is not just voodoo priestesses 
drinking the blood of a fowl
She is not just heartless warmongers 
who shoot the innocent down 
She is not just an impoverished land consumed by HIV and AIDS
She is not just a late night TV ad
requesting 15 cents a day 
She is not just bare breasted mothers carrying infants across her back 
She is not just corrupted dictators 
and genocidal maniacs 
She is not just elongated necks
adorned with rings 
She is not just lip plates 
and other "unnatural things" 
She is not just steamy jungles 
overrun with apes 
She is not just shabby huts 
all in disarray 
She is not just Sarafina 
or the miniseries Roots 
She is not just hotel Rwanda
or Shaka Zulu
What she is, and will always be, 
is the mother of civilization,
creator of humanity.

Africa the Mausoleum of All

THE MAUSOLEUM OF ALL

Africa is the burial chamber of many,
Millions of men and women rested in peace,
The deepest hole full of important bones,
The bones of *****sapiens are in the graves.
 It is the cradle of humankind.

Africa the sepulcher of our ancestors,
“Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela, Emery Patrice
Lumumba, Julius Kambarage Mwalimu Nyerere,
Jomo Kenyatta, Kwame Nkrumah, Samora
Moises Mashel, and Prince Louis Rwagasore.”
Africa! The black coffin for all dies in Africa.

Africa the mausoleum of humanity,
I wish to be buried in Africa only,
The angels are walking free in Africa,
The guardians are guarding the graveyards
Day and night.

Africa! My last resting place, your burial place,
Our burial chamber
The last resting place of many kings:
“Shaka Zulu, Haile Sellasie, pharaohs, Samore
Toure, Mswati II, Tenkamenin, Mansa Musa,
Sundiata Keita, Oba Ewuare, Sonni Ali, Osei
Kofi Tutu, Sumanguru kante, Ngongo lutete,
And Ezana Axum.”

Africa! The mausoleum of many messenger-
Prophets:
“Isaiah Mloyiswa Mdliwamafa Shembe, Simon
Kimbangu, and Jean Mwambi Mulaya Kadima.”
You are our grave, oh Africa.
All will pass there.

By Alfonso II Warally. Chris

Identity

At the silted banks of river Nile,
I'd sung to the glory of Lucy;
I'd soared high over the echoing Savanna
and fought and bled for Shaka Zulu.
I was first to push back abyss,
the last to be ripped away. I'll
return one day, I'll bring the rest.






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Date: 12 / 01 / 2016

Rise From the Grave

Rise from the grave
Emperor shaka the great
Azania needs you
The nigerians are here 
To corrupt all of us

Small Mercies

He holds his head and lifts his eyes to the sky
Where are you when i need you Lord.. Rama
He intones the creator in a strange tongue
Rama karama ye na shaka yo... Rama

He offers supplication in a strange tongue
Actually its as if the words are coming out 
From a well a cistern of his soul.. deep inside
He continues his supplication and in his minds eye

He exits the third heaven approaching the throne
The throne of mercy is unveiled and he enters
In worship he is dedicated and in prayer
He gains transcendence.. to the throne

We thank the Lord for small mercies and favor
We thank the Lord for the unveiling of the throne
The throne of mercy in the transcendental realm
We intone in worship thankful for small mercies




(His mercies are new each morning.. He is Jehovah Roi)

Lugano

Life has brought a good friend
U're truly adored
God knew what i wanted
A love i truly longed for
Now as we lay
Ondoa shaka tupo pamoja.

Zulu

The tribe of tribes of South Africa
Lead by their king Shaka
1816 they formed their state
As they head into history
What be their fate
 
British Conflict, internal rife
13 kinglets loss of life
Rorke's Drift 1879
Mission manned, all was fine
 
British soldiers, African colonials
Squared up to the Zulu swell
Attack after attack, 
Murderous aggression
Who really won
This theatre session
 
KwaZulu homeland, now KwaZulu-Natal
Buthelizi, Inkatha political hell
Members of the above and the ANC
Fight amongst themselves
For the country they want free
 
This mighty tribe, over a century ago
Powerful and strong, as their neighbours would know
But in this modern world, as history has told
Another tribe no longer the bold.

O Shaka

O Shaka, my father, my father, fallen
To perfidy of deception
My amputated glory
On the golden glow of autumn
My terminus and my rejection
O Shaka, great Zulu, warrior, chief
Momentous man of destiny
That rode her horse unsaddled
Why did you trust that half hearted brother
After they gospelled him
The missionaries in false feathers
Promised thrity pieces of unpaid silver
And never paid again
Neither forty acres or the mule 
I cannot measure you by mass of their myth and history
So that I do today
Have nothing to show my children but a tale
Your daughter, my father's grandmother
Like a crumpled paper of genealogy avails
Little for the glory of a throne
And the private wonder
Who throw the dice for man's fate
Who before my face
Closed the undiscovered gate?

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