African Roses
Bye-bye to the African Roses,
For many years you stood strong as leaders in the name of nations;
But the youths stood up and blew you people away like a candle in the wind.
Oh North African leaders! !
Now the day is over on you people;
For your wings of leadership can no longer fly up high through the wind.
Inclusive and exclusive,
The blues and the jazz of the North African Nations are now dying out,
And the dictators are now seen by all of us in the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Zambia Shall Be Free!
Zambia shall be free!
And, Zambia won the African Cup of Nations played on the 12th of February 2012.
The Kantongo brothers,
The game,
The penalty shoot outs! !
And Zambia won the African Cup Of Nations played on the 12th of February 2012.
The penalty kicks,
It is a goal! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
And Zambia won the African Cup of Nations in Gabon at 'Stade de l'Amitie';
In a nerve-racking final match by beating Ivory Coast.
Zambia shall be free!
And in Libreville they won the African Cup of Nations played on Sunday;
But, this highly emotional victory for the Zambians was a great honour to them,
And the 'Chipolopolo' Boys took the trophy.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Reaching Out
The larvea if an African fly survive,
With the bush of the African trees to share a dream;
But the animations of our lives are well exposed than thought.
Oh, the kite of Africa lies so high;
But the metablism of this larvae needs to be studied.
Up high in the air,
And the African is of the hope of reaching out to the world;
But we have to harness this strength through a thin wind.
Of such a hectic life,
With inappropriate fleshly desires of man to man;
But my people need much experiences of life to survive.
The larvae of an African fly survive,
To be drawn out of water to make a move;
And like a man who has an unbelieving wife,
Our hopes and dreams are still with us to strick the even.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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4. Blow me down
The North wind blew on Monday
As the East wind got the flu
The West wind blew on Tuesday
As the South wind never knew
The North East wind had Wednesday
As the South West wasn’t chuffed
The North West blew on Thursday
As the South East hardly puffed
The East and West blew Friday
As the others had a rest
The North and South blew Saturday
As the weekends were the best
The lot of them had Sunday
As the winds turned into storm
The whole of them had Monday off
As the week got back to norm
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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It is up to African leaders to show their will and political courage in order to assure that this new pan-African institution becomes an efficient instrument and not a place for endless discussions.
quote by Omar Bongo
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Flattering
Flattering, train, rain, fling, ring, gin, in, fear, gear, fire, tear, era, near;
But corrupt to the African syndrome!
So, watch your steps before you fall very deep into the hole!
And like the flattering divinations in the land of your sweet muse.
Flattering, eating, tale, gel, fate, rag, age, grain, gain, fine, fin, feat, neat;
And like the struggles of the African child!
But, when will our leaders do the right thing?
Flattering, later, flatter, raw, flat, grit, get, gate, at, an, if, felt, fit, air, war!
With the very act of your muse in the land of trouble;
But corrupt to the African syndrome!
So, try to be yourself to do the right things always.
Flattering, fat, tea, eat, ate, rat, art, tar, rate, late, ant, latter, alter, are, ear;
Honesty is the key of life so, let us live by it!
For, the struggles of the African child do have many meanings as seen around;
But, the flattering words from our leaders are not helping matters.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Good actions are nourishment for youths, much more than words.
North African proverbs
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Just think of what Woodrow Wilson stood for: he stood for world government. He wanted an early United Nations, League of Nations. But it was the conservatives, Republicans, that stood up against him.
African Moon
African moon
Roll with the mighty waves
Well be there soon
Feel the winds as we sail on home to african moon
African moon
My heart beats like the drum
Now it is noon
Loved ones we left behind Ill see again
African moon
African moon
I will see you once more
Yes again Ill adore the real sound of the drum
Oh yes Im sailing feel your hot sun
African moon
African moon
Looking out to the sea
A reunion therell be in the evening sun
Oh theres a new life thats awaiting me
African moon
African moon
This land is my rightful home
Well never roam
Youll weep fou your sons no more and daughters
African moon
Hold up your head
One day youll be understood
Stand and be proud
Your sorrows are gone for good
Hold up your head
And youll be satisfied!
song performed by by Boney M.
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Look What The Wind Blew In
In the dismal darkness
I have sat and gazed, amazed
At the blazing factories
Like the lonely man
Who stands on the seashore
And I am afraid
As weary as I am
I try
I seem to see that things look ok
Run, run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Many lovely ladies
I have felt, touched
And I was not afraid
I took them out dancing
Out romancing
And I was not afriad
Then somewhere from the north
This gale I knew just flew in
And I am afraid
Run, run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Run, run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Run, you got to run in your skin
Look what the wind just blew in
Look what the wind just blew in
You got to look what the wind just blew in
You got to look what the wind just blew in
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Zambians Shall Be Free
Zambia won the African Cup of Nations on Sunday the 12th of February 2012,
And, the jubilation of the Zambians were seen all over the country!
For the highly emotional victory was dedicated to,
25 players of their National Team who died in a plane crash nearly two decades ago;
But, the Zambians shall always be free! !
Be, bean, been, beans, being, beings, bee, bees;
But Zambians shall be free!
And like the muse of the African Cup of Nations,
But, they won Ivory Coast on penalties to carry the cup.
Zambians shall be free! !
Shall, hall, ball, tall, call, wall, mall, pall, fall, gall, stall, quall, all;
And, in Libreville they remembered the past.
Zambians shall be free!
And, Zambia won the African Cup of Nations for the first time;
Free, fee, bee, see, tree, three, nee, lee, Lee, gee! !
But in memory of the 25 National Players who died nearly two decades ago,
For this major trophy will remind them always of their hard work towards the games.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Oracles
Invaders, invaders! The oracles must be consulted;
From the North to the South and,
From the East to the West are the African Oracles.
The oracles of my ancestors are,
The trademarks of my African identity to a call;
We have to consult the oracles in times of need.
Who said it is not rue?
Who said it is not powerful?
Visit the Oracles of Africa and know the truth.
The African Oracles,
Do ask Mr. Okonkwo about it;
He will tell you why,
The Whiteman's 'iron Horse' was hanged on a tree.
Oh! The oracles of my ancestors;
Out of their mystic myths,
So lay their powers.
Of their creative arts and acts,
Of their spell which makes me think otherwise;
Yet still, the African lacks behind in many things.
If onne could fly in the thin air and able to vanish,
Why can't they form a Universal Soldier in Africa? !
Those are they who are bullet-proof too;
Are these Oracles also working for them?
The oracles,
The Oracles of Africa!
With respective rites for a passer-by who,
Wants to know more about the African;
Oh, the oracles of my forefathers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Honored By Men
The honor that mere men bestow, is motivated by a political undertow,
A hidden agenda that won’t prevail, as Eternal Truths these men assail.
This man tickles hearts and minds, of people from nations of all kinds,
Promoting peace that will never be, as they ignore the God of Eternity.
A man addresses the world’s fears, skillfully tickling man’s many ears,
Saying all that needs to be said, for men in darkness; spiritually dead.
A body gathers together a majority, of men with eyes who cannot see,
Spiritual darkness within the world, lifting up from it, a leader to herald.
Woe, when all men speak well of you, as there is evil they cannot view,
From the darker agenda of men, promoting a world God will condemn,
A world where The Sovereign Lord, by many leaders is wholly ignored,
Moving Nations into an amoral state, and men towards a godless fate.
So mere men will continue to lift up, others, who are politically corrupt,
Leaders who look to be fully able, but, go on making nations unstable,
As the masses are blinded by, the enemy of God, Who reigns on high.
Unknowing they’re deluded by him, to embrace an amoral world of sin.
Political deception continues to rise, as the God on high, men despise,
A world looking to man’s solution, will soon be met by strong delusion,
As the darkest leader is be unfurled, to be honored by this entire world,
And when by men, he is believed, Judgment from God will be received.
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The White African
The White African
By
Ross Dix-Peek
Over the great ocean seas
My ancestors did choose to flee,
Europe’s rumblings and poverty,
And to “Darkest Africa” did journey
It was many, many years past,
When Queen Vic’ was still at the mast,
When my forebears resolute did come,
To live beneath the great African sun
Since has Mother Africa suckled our young
To us her lullabies and sweet songs sung,
And all this time ‘neath her fiery mantle
Did my people in Africa live, toil and battle
Africa is not for the mild and the meek,
It's no place at all for the feeble and the weak,
And the days oft be savage and so very long,
Yes, it's only for the brave and the very strong
Many generations did pass, and many years shorn,
Before I too upon African soil was born,
Like my fathers’ before, a White African,
Created and cast beneath her scorching sun
And although I have since her rugged shores left,
My soul to Mother Africa’s bosom will forever be cleft,
And though I may miss the tight embrace of an African sun,
It matters not, for I will forever be a White African!
poem by Ross DixPeek
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I saw no African people in the printed and illustrated Sunday school lessons. I began to suspect at this early age that someone had distorted the image of my people. My long search for the true history of African people the world over began.
quote by John Henrik Clarke
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Will Freedom Be Free?
Freedom is a an African youth
Enrolled in the school
Of hard knocks.
He doesn’t know about the university
But knows the rules of the universe.
All he knows about democracy
What Clara has said to him.
And again he has seen the people vote
And has observed Presidents take oath.
Freedom was all hopeful one day
When Clara told
Him to hold
On, because most of the African Leaders
Have studied the universe
In the best universities.
Yes we can hold on as the world
Becomes a better place
He said with high hopes
Of an ignorant youth.
Freedom heard about Harvard, Stanford
Leeds and so on for the first time
And nodded his head with a big smile.
Freedom was so disappointed
One day
When a debate on TV
Proved that the leaders
Are taking Orders
From the out side.
It sounded like a fiction to him
Freedom went wild on the streets
Asking about his chances in life
As an African youth twenty
One and growing.
Mr. President.
Where were you When your
Comrades Overseas were
Achieving for their people?
Oxford, Harvard or Leeds?
I hear they are the best in the world
Why can't you save the people from
The hustles?
Why can’t you ease the frustration
And desperations of the youth?
Freedom pulled up his big baggies,
And stood looking at sign post
That read ‘Poverty Reduction, ’
He perched by a kiosk and continued
“You pronounce honors and value,
In your speech, you sounded deep
But talk is cheap.
You insisted on intelligence.
But our institution can't produce a thing,
What a sad system?
Freedom turned around angry with himself
Is it truly
Controlled from the outside?
Is it that bad that even the food seller
Can't afford three square meals?
This doesn’t sound real to me?
Would you please answer me
Mr. President?
Freedom’s Rage
Was big for his age.
Freedom continued.
We can’t figure what you learnt
In school. Or is it just a brain wash camp?
I am not sure about your,
Honors, cheated in exams huh?
Freedom sounded so rude that
I assumed
he might have been jailed
Before.
He certainly felt very failed
And disappointment was
All over his face.
Would you jail, bail or hail
Freedom if you were the
President?
Would you cool him
And help enroll him
In school or leave
Him to rot in jail
Without bail?
Freedom has lost his cool
He has been out of school
For some time now, he roams
The street to find a home
In prison with or without reason
Will Freedom ever be free?
(Despair of a Displaced Person series)
poem by Aziz Baako
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Anybody who has stood on the prairie in North Dakota has felt the force of the wind and knows that our state has an inexhaustible supply of wind power. The potential here to create jobs and draw millions of dollars in new investment to North Dakota is enormous.
quote by Kent Conrad
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Zambia
The talented 'Chipolopolo Boys'! !
Zambia is a country in Africa with many talented football players;
And the talented 'Chipolopolo Boys' won the African Cup of Nations.
The penalty shootouts! !
The penalty kicks,
The penalty goals,
The penalty misses;
And Zambia won Ivory Coast to carry the major trophy of the African Cup of Nations,
Yes, in Livreville to carry the day on Sunday the 12th of February 2012.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My African Land
Forgotten trodden past
Hopeful saintful future
I walk in my African land
Africa bears its fruits on crushed branches
Its children bear hope to a tortured yesterday
I walk in my African land
With its tormented heart it loves
With is abused state it sees happiness
With its crushed psyche it looks on caringly
I walk in my African land
I embrace the streets of struggle
Covered by the sands of war from a grieved soul
My African people stride in colourful clothes
As a rainbow ending stormy rage of corrupted seas
I walk in my African land
Tall buildings escalated egos
Fancy cars, classy hearts
Large salaries, tiny compassions
My Africa forgets the hardships endured
My brother forgets Ubuntu
My Africa loses sight
Still,
I walk in my African land
My Africa shines with the sun
That burns dry the tears of his people
I walk in my African land
My Africa rises to a new world of liberty
Freedom from chained minds
Freedom from captured dreams
Freedom from limited abilities
I walk in my African land
My Africa bids welcome
As I enter with pride
Knowing that the war has been won
And success awaits
I walk in my African land
poem by Gabi Ngubeni
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An old African leader says about leadership, he says that leadership should never be shared; it should always remain in the hands of the dispossessed people. We will lead the revolution.
quote by H. Rap Brown
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African Spirit
Unfortunately, I will not stop,
Across Africa, I will travel with this African face,
My African pride,
And my African story.
I saw your face in Zimbabwe;
Then I saw it again in South Africa.
You smiled at me in Malawi,
Why were you surprise to see me again in Angola?
I carry the African song,
Listen to soulful rhythems from within.
I have an African heart,
With lots of love and pain, it won't part.
Your African face smiles at me with inspiration,
Across Africa and the world, give me an ear;
I speak an African language.
Someday you will know my love,
Someday you will sing my song,
Someday you will hold my heart;
Someday you will cry the same tears in my eyes.
Someday you will relieve my pain,
One day you will understand me.
Someday you will join my fight an we'll make Africa our pride.
poem by Peter Phiri
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