In the echoes of forgotten tales,
Africans dance to foreign beats,
Their feet entangled in alien steps,
Their souls swaying to borrowed tunes.
They forsake their own melodies,
Assembled over centuries of existence,
Trading vibrant rhythms for hollow echoes,
Blinded by the allure of distant shores.
Colonial whispers still linger,
Breeding insecurity, sowing doubt,
Their cultural fabric worn thin,
In pursuit of acceptance, they discard their roots.
The richness of ancestral wisdom,
Fades in the shadow of borrowed customs,
Their minds colonized, their spirits suppressed,
In a relentless pursuit of assimilation.
Oh, Africa! Awaken from this slumber,
Embrace the heartbeat of your own drum,
Rekindle the flames of ancient fires,
And let your voices rise in unison.
For the strength lies in your diversity,
In the tapestry woven by countless tribes,
Unfurl the banner of cultural pride,
And reclaim the essence that is truly yours.
Let the rhythms of the Motherland resound,
From the savannas to the bustling cities,
For it is in embracing our own unique cadence,
That Africa will find its voice once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem