Come With Me Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

Where the sun strikes to rise
Where the dreams build to rise
Where life indeed lives to shine
Where mind-set opened as shrine
We wear our hearts on our sleeve
We wear sackcloth and ashes never to leave

Come with me
To see the light in diamonds
To see the nature greened
To see the minerals and mines alive
To see the rainbow of nations
To see the beauty of black nation
To the variety of many notations
To steal someone’s thunder, not our duty
To see the diversity of people in harmony

Come with me
In valley of every land,
In the bags, yes we got it secured.
Where they is solidarity of societies
In oral sharing knowledge of our forefathers
In which the community is a family
In which the human kind is originate
In humanity created population
In which sea breeze lay in your shore
In which land breeze set in your hands

Come with me
I’ll show you Africa
The land of peace
Not that big but such a piece
Constrain in vain with slavery
Convey it esoteric freedom
Eurocentric never on-top of our African perspective
All we got it such a respective
Our loud people mind not to shout
Out on our towns, enjoy it
Our knowledge passes through our generations.
Our history isn’t written but it is in our-self as decorations.
Come with me I will show you my Africa, Africa!