San-Ko-Fa My Son Poem by Mazwi Sedibe

San-ko-fa my son
For you strive for an economic future
That will never belong to you,
You are to reverse in a quest to reveal
The life's plan that really belongs to you.

Sankofa for the soil sons have turned their backs
On their character, family and pride.
They have killed the dead, remained
Blinded by this life's social systems
And breeding the unborn to doom.

San-ko-fa my son just before your blood-shedding
Had you drowning on your own promontory.
Before the beginning of the now coined Ebonics era.
Just before the ship wreck terror.
Recall your mind before the slave whip
Just before the term cruise was in ship.

I can still reminisce on how you use to say our payers
Of enhancing the connection with our source
Without fail.
Remember our war songs that we sang to fight
The thwarts like colonisation and Diasporas,
Without fear of prosecution for our real beliefs.

San-ko-fa my son
You are trapped inside a rondavel of religious deceit.
Go outside to the burning fire
Of true ancestral calling,
That is if you can still make one

Listen to the midnight epic black tales
Around the burning fire.
If you can still understand the dialect
Look for your maker
Inside the big black cauldron
Only if you can still recognize one.

San-ko-fa my son
Africa san-ko-fa
Forsake the bed time stories in between heated sheets,
And allow your big lips to sing ancient black lullabies.

Sankofa, sankofa, sankofa.
Sankofa, sankofa, sankofa.
Sankofa, sankofa, san-ko-fa.



Africa I challenge you to
Stare back a moment in wonder
Why your future is getting lighter and whiter.
If it is not the light at the end of the tunnel
You are the tunnel and the light
Is a blindfold that will lead you falling into
The pit called loss of black essence.

Its time you wake and see
That you're a channel of earning
Good economics,
Your mind was stolen, but
Your body was kept for good economics

Wake up and see that all that yields good economics
Emanates from you mind, it was stolen.
You are fooled to believe, that you can't out think
The economic slave within you.
Look back and see that you are the ruler of Africa.
As you are called San-ko-fa the sun of Africa.