My Heritage (Part 2) Poem by Gcobani Istovic Kamana

Anyone can be a philosopher of
Mother City.
Where under the well known landmark
There is lovely buildings graced skyline.
A city that has required
Its own unique character.

I will live for this conurbation
And I’ll inhale my last breath for it.

I am an African;
My blood is thicker than water,
The rhythm of my heart
Beats for the ancestral spirits

So we as Africans will never abandon;
Traditional Ceremonies,
Our customs
Along with beliefs.


We’ll never neglect rite relatives,
Never regret our background

Because the wrath of ancestors
Can bring down retribution
Upon our homes and families

Thus every homeland has to
Perform its heritage with respect

In that mode you’ll know the
Score of your culture

Because ancestors are waiting to delight on you

And Legacy is the path to your future
Rituals are the keys
That you must embrace for your future