Does it?
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Does it?
Does it make me an African
That I adhere less to time?
A defect believed to be instituted deep within our DNA.
Does it make me less of an African
That I head no cattle back in the days?
But I rather instead had a dog by my side
With a tag by her neck written BANTU her name.
Does it make me somehow an African
That I am not fluent in the White Man’s language,
But still know less of my mother tongues?
Does it make me an African
Cause ‘am Black?
But wait!
Does this make him…
Deemed to be the world’s most powerful black man,
But still not black on the inside,
An African?
That’s absurd!
Does it mostly make me an African,
Basing on the due fact that I was born in this continent?
But wouldn’t you consider, Brix,
A lady friend of mine born in Bulgaria,
But most passionate at heart ’bout Africa
Than most of us to be African?
Does it make me not an African,
That I know none of the dances of Makhiriri?
But I, could actually protest with words in ryhmes,
From the west via the waves
On the unjust and unfairness acts of our Serikali.
Does it make me an African,
That I read most of Chinua’s, Soyinka’s, Ayi Kwei Armah’s literature?
But still live a lucrative life in contrast to Mwalimu’s Lectures on Ujamaa.
Does it make me not an African,
Since I can’t tolerate the idiocy and mediocrity of the elders,
When they go astray,
But will still greet them SHIKAMOO!
As I don’t fancy the White Man’s Hello!
Does it make me an African,
That I adore, love and actually do feel comfortable
Wearing the beads, cultures and batik on my body,
But would still be ashamed of dressing so in front of the UN General Assembly?
Does it or Doesn’t make me an African,
When I question whether or not I am an African,
When I question whether I am more, less or somehow an African!
Well… I ask!
What does make me an African?
Does it make me an African
That I adhere less to time?
A defect believed to be instituted deep within our DNA.
Does it make me less of an African
That I head no cattle back in the days?
But I rather instead had a dog by my side
With a tag by her neck written BANTU her name.
Does it make me somehow an African
That I am not fluent in the White Man’s language,
But still know less of my mother tongues?
Does it make me an African
Cause ‘am Black?
But wait!
Does this make him…
Deemed to be the world’s most powerful black man,
But still not black on the inside,
An African?
That’s absurd!
Does it mostly make me an African,
Basing on the due fact that I was born in this continent?
But wouldn’t you consider, Brix,
A lady friend of mine born in Bulgaria,
But most passionate at heart ’bout Africa
Than most of us to be African?
Does it make me not an African,
That I know none of the dances of Makhiriri?
But I, could actually protest with words in ryhmes,
From the west via the waves
On the unjust and unfairness acts of our Serikali.
Does it make me an African,
That I read most of Chinua’s, Soyinka’s, Ayi Kwei Armah’s literature?
But still live a lucrative life in contrast to Mwalimu’s Lectures on Ujamaa.
Does it make me not an African,
Since I can’t tolerate the idiocy and mediocrity of the elders,
When they go astray,
But will still greet them SHIKAMOO!
As I don’t fancy the White Man’s Hello!
Does it make me an African,
That I adore, love and actually do feel comfortable
Wearing the beads, cultures and batik on my body,
But would still be ashamed of dressing so in front of the UN General Assembly?
Does it or Doesn’t make me an African,
When I question whether or not I am an African,
When I question whether I am more, less or somehow an African!
Well… I ask!
What does make me an African?
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