Now that the seas do not allow
For us to ferry people for sale
In the malls of South America
North America and Europe
Let us sit and tell tales:
Old men and women,
Call your grandchildren
Around a log fire and tell them
Of the joy our ancestors enjoyed
In the hands of slave traders.
Now that the gun and sword
Of the imperialists army and church
Have rusted all over and function no more;
Let us sit and tell tales:
Let us narrate the epic struggles
Of the mau mau and maji maji
Of Frelimo and Soweto fighters
And many other heroic struggles
That freed us from bondage.
Now that we sing to the tall masts
That show off colored cloth,
Let us sit and tell tales:
Of our betrayal by our own people
Who like leeches are sticking to our wealth
Fervently sucking it till kingdom come.
(if ever it will!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem