Because of your encephalon
that boiled of Africanism
a benediction that you cursed
to the custom of Africans
we not,
But regret your absence nowadays
The esculent brains of your mind
the sempiternal thoughts of your head
that stood
amongst memories
of avid Africans in Africa
You left none,
But legacy
though only a few inherited,
many still regret being oblivious
your everlasting perception
In this land,
will forever stay prominent
We not,
But regret your absence,
reveal your spirit
to these doomed generations
do away with irrelevant intents
that most of your children indulge
It was suppose to be Africa,
Long before Your depature
it was suppose to be Africa,
way after your depature
your emphasis,
had always taught us,
that it has always been about
the African children
You know what? They feared the truth that the great prof.Sobukwe spoke then.They even had a law called the Sobukwe Claws.Later it came to be called Detention Without Trial.Imagine that! A whole government armed to the teeth with the latest military hardware frightened of one man! That was Sobukwe! That is the power of the pen! You're doing wonders Anele! Wield the pen and nobody who is up to no good will feel the wrath of the poet! We dare not fail Sobukwe and Tiro and Makhanda and all our illustrious ancesors! Ask them at Wits.He taught English there.They felt his presence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I once read your history and I came acroos this person, he might have been a good leader right?