I will rather be what I can in my country
I won't go drudging on the streets of Canterbury
I am a first class citizen here
I like it here, I am going nowhere.
My people won't stay and fix their country
Our brothers have resorted to voluntary slavery
They don't mind engaging in mindless drudgeries
All for a citizenship of a foreign country.
Some have lost their lives in the Sahara
All in their quest for a better life.
Those who managed to arrive their destinations
End up becoming domestic slaves or sex pawns.
To have one's child born in Europe or America
Is now regarded as a worthy achievement in Africa
Much celebrations do follow the acquisition of visas
As if life starts and ends in the Americas.
We must wake up to the challenges of fixing our countries
We must stop trying to reap where we did not sow
The Whiteman has worked hard to build his country
Let him enjoy the fruit of his labour.
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