Africa Dispossessed Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

I'm a seed of Kabale,
I know not totems of the hills
When I speak incompressible English.
Pa laughs with pride,
In English I'm forced to reside.

Sitting around the fire
Singing melodic hymns of the land
Of my origin,
A thunderous roar like a lion
Looking for a mate.
'What are you singing? '

In school,
With fellow tribesmen
Chatting in our dialect,
Mwalimu flogged us til lame
I couldn't resist the tame
I did this continuously without care,
Holding grip of my roots!

As you lie in tatters Rise
And return to the roots.
Do not lose yourself.