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Greatest Figures

Figures of immense reputation and popularity they were
Attracting public attention and admiration in the pursuit of their great works
Leaving behind them a legacy of some kind
But going with them their unique characters.

Wasn’t the explosion of Christianity the work of Jesus of Nazareth?
And the burst of Islam not the work of Muhammed of Mecca?

Neither will the admirable leadership of Julius Caesar;
Nor the conquests of the unlearned Charlemane,
And the military successes of Alexander the great,
Be forgotten in History.

If the British can forget Napoleon’s continental system
Jews then, would forget Hitler’s concentration camps
And history would entirely cease recalling his mentor Mussolini.

What if Carl Marx did not propound radical socialism?
Lenin then, would not have smashed the bourgeoisie and ruled Russia
Neither would the principles of Marxism-Leninism be sustained by Stalin
Nor would Churchill seal the border between the East and the West with an iron curtain.

A grave mistake it would be to forget Martin Luther King Jr.
For if he be forgotten, Mahatma Ghandi then would also be
And the entire movement of nonviolence
Will stop covering many pages of modern history books.

Had it not for Kwame Nkruma and Hastings Banda to cut the rope of colonialism
The ambitious Cecil Rhodes then,
Would have drained the whole continent of all its economic wealth.

The ascendancy of Nelson Mandela from the horizon of apartheid
Was not the beginning of Maximillien Robespierre’s reign of terror;
Characterized by avenges and reprisals
But the emergence of Abraham Lincoln’s true democracy.

What if Caesar were not butchered?
William Shakespeare then, would not have been the greatest playwright
Causing Charles Dickens and Chinua Achebe not to appear.

For the existence of a Jewish state, David Ben Gulion fought
But for the reemergence of a Palestinian state, Yasser Arafat strives.

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In My Fatherland

Flowers of peace are now magnificently blossoming
In the gardens of the battlefields of Khartoum and Kinshasa.
And roses of tranquillity and order slowly blooming 
In the flower pots of Kigali’s sorrowful genocide cites.

The smoke of dead gun-fire still flies
In the skies of the outskirts of Monrovia and Abidjan.
But live sporadic gunfire persistently lightens
In the troubled skies of Bunjumbula and Mogadishu.

Hot waters of hunger, starvation and suffering still pour
On the heads of Harare and Adisababa.
And the lines of untold poverty are still drawn
Across the villages of Lilongwe and Bamako.

The string of absolute monarchy is still tight
Around the political circles of Mbabane.
And the chains of an authoritarian state
Still hang around the neck of Innocent Tripoli.

Freedom then denied to free civilians
Is now freely enjoyed by freer people of Freetown.
But the rights of free civilians in Banju
Are tightly held in a knot of military dictatorship.

The barrels of guns of power hungry politicians
Are now silent in the roads of Brazzaville.
But northern villages and jungles of Kampala
Are still infested with the disease of rebel attack.

Maputo and Luanda are now being built
Out of the mud of the longest and brutal wars.
And the dirty white walls of the hated apartheid 
Are now being splendidly painted black in Johannesburg.

The smell of peace, progress, poverty and panic surely hangs
In the corners of my sincerely beloved fatherland.
And the wave of sickness, suffering and starvation still hits
The peoples of my dear beautiful Fatherland.

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African Queen

You are the prototype
Of the authentic beauty of Africa
Your twinkling eyes
Are a genuine reflection
Of the real lovely African girl.

The glimmering of your sunny face
Is the true symbol
Of that radiant African girl
Your slim and soft body
Is the finest example 
Of that Exquisite African lady.

Your traditional chitenje wearing
Is the real picture
Of a gorgeous African girl
Your fashionable walking style
Is what makes you fit
Into a model dazzling African lady

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Africa My Africa

Africa my Africa!
When shall you gasp air of peace?
Until all your children perish?
Tears, I will always shed for you
To God, still I will pray.

Africa my Africa!
When shall you stop starving?
Until millions are no more?
For you, I will bitterly cry
To God, still I will pray.

Africa my Africa!
When shall you stop haggling for power?
Until tribes are absorbed?
For you, deeply concerned I always am
To God, still I will pray.

Africa my Africa!
When shall you not be corrupt?
Until your economies are nothing?
For you, still worried I am
To God, Still I will pray.

Africa my Africa!
Fight for peace not power
Kill starvation not salvation 
Grind corruption not reaction.

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Towela


My feet have traveled a distance of miles
Walking in thorny bushes
Tracking your footprints
But all in vain

You might have reached afar
Beyond the reach of my feet
But this heart of mine,
will never fail the distance

The very beauty of your face,
the very gorgeousness of your body
Are what my feet are trying to reach

My feet may never cover the distance
But my heart will always do

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The Unthinkable

On that eleventh bloody day
The clock of three hundred years of freedom
Was quickly reversed.
On that ninth bloody month
One hundred and forty years of peace
Were foolishly wasted.

The tallest walls of the strongest pillars of earth
Were smashed into rubbles.
The military brain of the most powerful
Was bitterly shaken and moved
And its economic might seriously humbled.

The unthinkable indeed became a reality
When the days of the crusades and jihad, 
Were almost repeated
When that radical arm of that religio – political society,
Penetrated the defences of that well defended country