Aperture in my soul




Praise him who found the path
Praise the lion hearted warrior
Whose work lives forever?
He who lit lanterns in our rooms
For us not to be bound in darkness and sorrow
He who eliminated idleness in our hearts
And implanted determination in our souls

He was the son of our own flesh
And the bearer of the shield among us
He could define justice and equality in capital letters
He was a gifted dude
His voice and speeches
Were full of essence and deadly

He emerged when we blew horns after bulls
When we were bound in bondage
Of oppression and dehumanization
When we covered our bodies with skins
And red ochre our lotion and perfume

Our children were enticed
Kidnapped and sold as slaves
Our leaders were butchered in our own eyes
No rights were guaranteed to ‘girits’
Mockery referring to us
The best leaders showed off and ascended thrones in coups
Our lives out of medication and education

He learned and refused Islamic names
And his foreskin wasn’t removed adamantly
No: he wasn’t assimilated and gathered strength
For his work of liberation
Protesting against torture
Land grabbing and human labour with his angels
Martyrs, the founders of peace

And there blew a strong wind
Ov’r and across the hills of Africa
Same wind which blew away our eye opener
It snatched him
Leaving our souls hollow
Greater loss not to bear him anymore
We unite in spirits, unite us…last smile is yours

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