A Far Cry From Africa Poem by Sinakhokonke Bhengu

Walking down the
The Corridor of the liberty
Where a man's dream was once met
And again recognized

There's no restriction to gain
Less I'm confined and prisoned
For I am accorded human rights
That was taken away from my forefathers

Far across the land in Africa
Black- a color so precious
But yet so undermined
We let them levitate
In the land of our forefathers

A far cry from Africa
Where my voice was obstructed
And my wishes were discarded.
We were once victims
Enslaved in our land.
A cry of innocent people
Who was depleted of their rights?

They resided on our land
And bathe in the fertility of our environment.
Out of us, they saw yard-keepers
And housemaids.

They force us out of our language
To my surprise, I couldn't even greet my grandmother
In my home language.
Disappointment is written all over her face
As she say, 'uyilahlile mntanami'

But now its about high time
I tell you that I am black
And I am an African