25/02/2021
A family of lions makes a "pride." Thy family; thy pride. The pride, we carry inside. We know where our ancestors had been, and the crowd of footsteps that laid down our path. Hence we're proud; we play our part.
But ages ago, our Afrikan heritage was stolen by savages. They told my people, "thy culture is old, ours is the future. You must adopt our structures."
They gave us a new faith; one that would seal our fate. Here be thy saviour, Jesus… But Christianity was all a ploy to destroy our unity. This would be the scissors to tear us apart.
They gave us a new language to disengage us from our past; from our pride. "Thy people were barbarians, and thy slavery is only meant to save thee. Follow our way of life now, or forever be astray in your strife", they preached in church; and teached in schools.
Soon our pride inside died. We worshipped the "white" man and his lies. We became like tree a severed from its root; until all was not but rot. We became fools, who had no views of their own how the world works; who had no clue.
We hated our past, and we cast it far from our houses and hearts. We replaced our Zion with their Babylon.
None but ourselves can free our minds. Our heritage, we must find. And once again bind it to our hearts. Until our family becomes our pride; our ride or die.
Afrika Unite!
