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