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Flag Independence

‘FLAG INDEPENDENCE
Freely hanging bells tinkled aloud
The shrills of the vim crowing black roaster
Ripped the divested night into shreds
As the serried taut silver chains were dismantled into scraps
The aloe ferox sprouted vigorously with life
We witnessed the dormancy breaking of Brachystegia boehmii tree
Moist anthills and troops of roving red ants
Birds twittered, chirped and nested
The Phezukwemkhono bird cried
We saw the waft flapping dragon flies, cicadas and day flying chafers
Attested the star constellation
The euphoric nimbus embedded firmament grinned
We flew with jubiliation, danced and sang for the snow white Uhuru
Affluent with blooming certitudes of the rains
Welcoming the birth of a virile bouncing baby Africa

Africa! Africa! Africa my motherland
Which forbidden herb did you dernly swallow
Didn't we lower, ban, burn and bury The tricolore
Bandeira Verde Rubia, Bandeira de Espanias and the Union Jack?
Greedy lost what it gained
The black bellowing bull fathered chained calves
Power drunk, evil drenched, sweet- brutal dictators
Who cruelly plucked out the blooming flowers of freedom
Watered by mixed and stirred sweat and blood
Burdened, lashed and tortured beneath the rainbow
We languished in the red flames of abject flies embedded poverty
Choked by need strangled by greed
Enslaved, ostracised by our heinous saviours
They hijabed us with a black veil
Ate our food and forgot our names
As we feasted on torture and bereavement
Our clay moulded plates shouldered bile for our breakfast
As they squeezed and clenched desperately to the throne
With their blood oozing iron fists
Caging us, with tied limbs and wings
Where is the freedom Africans fought and died for?

Our divine Pharoahs harboured and decked in flourished gold
Gluttonously amassing the fruits of the African red soils
Does the hyena with a cub consume all the available food?
We the paralysed destitute stagger with pricked naked feet
Stepping on the affluent, wealthy land of Africa
While they valiantly head balance begging bowls
Heading East, West jumbled, muddled in higgyledy-piggyledy
Yet leaving homes stashed discreetly with hunted treasures
We still suck the fat breasts of our slave mistress
Foraging the dusty meagre crumblets from our masters tables again
From mass poverty to dire economic stagnation
While they swim in honey-oceans made by malnourished bitter bees
The donga bed has dried; fields are overwhelmed by red coal grains
The land is haunted by weeping ghosts from the jungles and forests
While you flourish in the green fields with your fresh bodies
What then is independence?

Africa has been shedded with cosmetics
Blinded flocks led to lip licking wide eyed wolves
Tongue rolling, nose exhaling foreign linguistics
Abandoned the wealthy cliques of the Bantu language
Continued the desecrate squatting on sacred shrines
Smoke screened our relevant unhuism
Emulated nakedness bequeathing and mutilating African pride
Where are you Africa?
In your sullen countenance i see white powders of shame
You diluted your blood and deserted your motherland
Left it to die, rot and be eroded by the summer rains
Come back home prodigal Africa
And spearhead your independence which is yet to come

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