The African Heritage Poem by Munashe Rupazo

Years ago our forefathers had a vision
That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own
To represent their ancient glory
And value it at heart.
Praising the mediums like our fathers did
And ululating in procedure.
With thunder storming ahead as drumbeats play
Women dance with pride while men praise in the music
The spirits play their part.

Our old Africa!
Years when people lived communally
Joint with the same totem
The same spirit the same beliefs
The Zulu, the Kololo,
The Ndebele, the Ngoni.
Families of massive intrepid.
United by norms of the heart.
They prayed for rain and the rain came.
They prayed for victory
There, they sang war cries
To fight for their dignity
To fight against the same blood.
The blood from the same father.
Defeating and loosing they all still conquered the dignity
For they were undefeatable.

Likewise is this same sacred greatness
That our fathers deserve to be honored.
Likewise is this same ancient glory
That our forefathers deserve to be respected.

Likewise are the norms,
The reasons our fathers are remembered.
Years ago as they were practiced.
Years ago in the African Heritage.
Thus we shall preserve our past
To embrace our future.
Long Live Africa! ! !