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Charles Mwewa

Africanism – the process by which Africans can have greater autonomy over how they are represented and how they can construct their own social and cultural models in ways not so mediated by a Western episteme and historicity – albeit in an increasingly transnational context.”


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Africa's greatest assets are its problems, because within them lies all the solutions it needs."


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sumptuous foods

brilliance of the dolphins

brilliance of the dolphins

Oh, Africa, my Africa

To your blends of sumptuous foods

Your generous land of glorious goods

Oh, Africa, my Africa.

brilliance of the dolphins

brilliance of the dolphins

brilliance of the dolphins

The oceans that surround thee

The brilliance of the dolphins

Induce a jiving melody in me

Thy fishes, glow in biting fins. 

beautiful thou art thy

brilliance of the dolphins

beautiful thou art thy

The smile on your striking girls

Oh, Africa, beautiful thou art thy

In darkly mouths white teeth swirls

In these hairs, boredom waves bye bye.

children's nest

home to a people

beautiful thou art thy

Nature, Mother Nature,

You have been children's nest

In pure drinks, your virtues do nurture

And to Africa, your most is our rest.

home to a people

home to a people

home to a people

O, cradle of world civilization

Africa, home to a people with a mast

Your pension neglected to desolation

You're rising, O Land, forget not the past.


Freeland

home to a people

home to a people

Your sunsets, God has blessed thee

The trees and plants dance in the eve

All curses on the fringe do flee

O rejoice, Freeland, it's no time to grieve.


among many

junction of serendipity

din of glory

Hail Africa, your cultures shine like the sun

Hail Africa, you stand out among many

Hail Africa, all impurities shalt be shun

Hail, Mother Africa, grace you have plenty.

din of glory

junction of serendipity

din of glory

Oh, roar, roar Africa with a din of glory

Shout in glorious jubilation, shame insecurity

Oh, narrate your divine tale in fairy story

Your magnificent waterfalls embody surety.

junction of serendipity

junction of serendipity

junction of serendipity

Oh, carry me, sure Africa, carry me

At the junction of serendipity

Let me meet the honey-making bee

Embrace me for the sake of our privity.

brooding skies

culture's assembly

junction of serendipity

Wow, wow thy offspring in thy famed azure

Do deck them in spacious brooding skies

And drive us in modern pride to our sature

Whence thy vicissitudes thy natures defies.


rising Sphinx

culture's assembly

culture's assembly

Thou shaped world genius into shape, Africa

In the rising Sphinx, loves meet sensuality,

Thou chiseled the edges of blub'ed America

And broughteth frozen mirage into actuality.

culture's assembly

culture's assembly

culture's assembly

The pride of your plateux are rare routes,

To the epicenter of pleasure drive calmly,

Break not, spare not, lead straight via roots,

And stand you bravely, flavor culture's assembly.

june 11th, 2020

june 11th, 2020

june 11th, 2020

 To  African governments, do not listen from the US president, Donald Trump,  listen to WHO. Covid-19 is still spreading in Africa and relenting from  social distancing, wearing masks and practicing hand-washing and other  scientifically-known precautions will devastate the oldest continent.  Prevention is still the best form of defence for Covid-19 in Africa. WHO  has the best interest of Africa at heart, not Donald Trump! 


 

July 22, 2020

Some town mayors and leaders in America are now asking whether it is finally the time America paid slavery reparations, see the new linked. This is the right move. But I keep noting that reparations have not been demanded for Africa - which suffered the blunt of four upheavals: Slavery, colonialism, Apartheid and Structural Adjustment Programs (SAPs). 

may 31st, 2020

june 11th, 2020

june 11th, 2020

 

Many things have made Africa poor. One of them is a culture of not working. And this happens at two levels: At one level, not many people are doing gainful employment; at the other, those working spend less time actually working (but gossiping, browsing Internet, talking or simply sneaking or deceiving their bosses). Few people generate wealth in Africa - because the majority is not willing to work. One of the first things to do, is to inculcate a culture of work, and this can be done at two levels: (1) Education - from nurseries, children should be taught the culture of work (that if you don't work; you won't eat); and (2) Legislation - enact statues and effect precedents that encourage people to create jobs for themselves and to actually work when they work for themselves, someone else or Government. I can assure you, if you work, very hard, you can't be perpetually be poor!

may 30th, 2020

june 11th, 2020

may 30th, 2020

 

Rome was not conquered by the outsiders; Rome conquered itself because of internal wrangles, discrimination, corruption and disunity. Any nation that oppresses its own citizens (whether that is because of tribe, colour of skin, social standing, sexuality, and etc.) will eventually destroy itself from within. Consider this: it was only three months ago when Trump was confident that he had prepared the greatest military on earth! Now, see what is happening in the USA. First, all the military power USA has, cannot defeat Covid-19; and second, USA is killing itself (cops killing Black people) and is destroying itself (people looting and setting fires to its assets). This story is not only germane to USA; it concerns Zambia, where tribalism is rampant, and Europe, where racism is common, and any nation on earth that encourages discrimination, racism, xenophobia, and etc. Unity is only possible where citizens respect each other's differences and celebrate diversity.

may 29th, 2020

may 29th, 2020

may 30th, 2020

 

You can't watch the video in George Floyd's killing in Minneapolis and fail to find probable cause. The prosecution is patently wrong when they say they don't have enough to charge the White police officers who killed George in custody. Black people are charged for events that are 3 times less than that - isn't it why racism is painted on the face of this occurrence? It seems that no matter what Blacks do in America, the law is applied differently to them in comparison to the Whites. Just this morning, the police arrested a CNN Black-Hispanic reporter, then released him (they didn't wait; just there, they saw probable cause in the arrest of a CNN man holding a lawful media tag - but couldn't see probable cause when a Black man is chocked to death by three officers!) Amazing!!!

may 23rd, 2020

may 29th, 2020

may 23rd, 2020

 

Do you know that Africa was enslaved and colonized using two weapons: Deception and Fear! For centuries Africans were told they weren't measuring up [DECEPTION], and when they resisted or wanted to run away, they were flogged and killed [FEAR]. Are they still being deceived and afraid of the competition?

may 22nd, 2020

may 29th, 2020

may 23rd, 2020

 

I have made so many friends, business relationships and road ways in North America. But one thing I have never done, is to forget you, Oh Africa, my ancestral home.  I understand you, Africa. I know you, Oh Africa. Many have made profit out of the fake reports about you. But, I have never stopped to defend you: In my lectures, interactions, businesses and prayers. That is why all the people in North America who come around me have started to sing your praises once again. I am an African, and I am proud of it. I love Canada, too, because Canada has always put Africa as one of its priorities. Than you, Canada!

a strong, happy africa needs 5 things

  

To have strong economies and be the happiest people on earth, Africa must do five (5) simple things:


1. Give every child free, adequate, basic education – early, quality education leads to creativity and productivity;


2. Invest, promote and encourage science and technology – right now, the difference between Africa and America/Europe is science. Take away science, America/Europe is worse than Africa. If Africa can have the same dedication to science as it has had to religion, it would be rich and powerful;


3. Invest, promote and prioritize Research & Development (R&D) – this is simplified as “problem-solving.” R&D helps to solve problems before they become problems, provide answers to life-death questions, and turn ideas into fortunes;


4. Liberalize freedom – encourage entrepreneurial spirit, give people freedom to choose and experiment, have more people work for themselves than for Government, and encourage people to read widely (on numerous topics and issues);


5. Invest in Africa – this I term, “Synergized nationalism,” – Europe, America, Asia and the Pacifica did it;  Africans should help each other to grow and succeed; Africans should invest in fellow Africans and feel proud when many of them succeed; Africans should unite under “Build Africa, Buy Africa, and Support Africa!” the Jews did it – they educated themselves, employed themselves, created their own paradise and developed a “Kosher Culture,” (basically, if it is Jewish, it is clean, proper and worth spending money for!). If Africa is proud of itself, others will!

I see an Africa vindicated by its history, repaid by the injustice done against it, and resurrected into a civilized hegemony." ___ "Africa has more problems than it has solved; hence has potential for more solutions."


Charles Mwewa

TRUMP’S HALTING OF W.H.O FUNDING IS DANGEROUS

 [Also published by Zambian Eye Newspaper]


On April 14th, 2020, US President Donald Tramp suspended funding to the World Health Organization (W.H.O) for reasons that make no sense in the light of the coronavirus pandemic. Tramp is “… accusing W.H.O of mismanaging the spread of the novel coronavirus, and of not acting quickly enough to investigate the virus when it first emerged in China in December 2019” (CNN, Tuesday, April 16th, 2020). 


The reason given for the suspension is laughable at best and damaging to Africa at worst. If, indeed, W.H.O had conspired with China to silence the origins of the pandemic, or if, indeed, W.H.O mismanaged the spread, why suspend funding when the pandemic is reaching its highest devastating peak? If the US president’s motive is the good management of the organization, why risk the lives of the majority innocent African poor who depend on W.H.O’s funds for research and containment?


I do not believe that Tramp is so concerned about W.H.O that he was moved with compassion to suspend funding. I believe that Tramp suspended funding for four major reasons.

First, it is because of the mounting criticism he faced at home (USA) for alleged failure to respond to the pandemic in time. Initially, he had accused the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). But when criticism increased, he found a scapegoat in W.H.O. 


Second, it does not make sense to halt funding right in the middle of the pandemic. The UN Secretary General António Guterres “warned that the timing for the decision was wrong,” (Fox News). Wrong it was, indeed. In the midst of rolling deaths, the funding is stopped. This means just one thing: More deaths. 


Third, this action is injurious to race relations and the effort against racism. To those who follow world events, no-one can be duped that Tramp is such an angel that he wants the best for Africa. The target of this suspension is Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, W.H.O’s Director-General, who also happens to be a Black African. Tramp is punishing the entire continent of Africa just because W.H.O’s boss is an African. Just so Tedros Adhanom regretted and said, “…the coronavirus is not the only health crisis that the group works to combat,” (Axios, April 15th, 2020). Suspending funding to W.H.O is also causing the worsening of conditions for other diseases that WHO combats in Africa, such as malaria.


And fourth, the US President is forgetting actions such as these led to the failure of the League of Nations (LON) in the early parts of the twentieth century. It does not surprise those who remember the demise of LON and the emergence of the United Nations (UN) that the move “…drew immediate [worldwide] condemnation,” (Al Jazeera, Tuesday, April 14th, 2020).


Canadian Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, is not buying in Tramp’s maneuverings.  According to the Canadian Global News of April 15th, 2020, the Canadian PM is smart, and said, “…U.S. President Donald Trump hasn’t tried to get Canada to follow suit in cutting off funding to the World Health Organization as the coronavirus spreads.” I hope that African leaders should stand up and force the Tramp administration to reverse its off-colored decision. This is patently wrong and dangerous.

AFRICAN GOVERNMENTS URGENT COVID-19 ACTION PLAN

 1. Regard this coronavirus pandemic as a declaration of war (war period);


2. Build healthcare infrastructure with the resources earmarked for non-essential projects - provide buildings, beds, PPEs, breathing machines, testing availability, and etc. If possible, ask developed countries for help, even as those developed countries also battle the pandemic;


3. Build water-source infrastructure; people cannot be told to wash hands if there is no water to use, especially those in villages and shanty-compounds. Mandate people to wash hands with soap;


4. Make it law to wash hands with soap for the citizens;


5. Make it law for more than 5 people not to be together at the same time, except for family members or at a funeral (social/physical distancing);


6. Educate the public through TV, radio, Internet, public announcements, and etc., about the nature of Covid-19, dangers of being in groups, benefit of self-isolation (and quarantine for those with the virus) and the value of prevention of Covid-19 (prevention is the cheapest method of defeating Covid-19);


7. Provide financial (bailout) support to the citizens, especially because people cannot go out to work or do their businesses due to requirement not to leave their homes. Find a functional criteria where people can receive these monies quickly and without leaving their homes, and etc.

AFRICANISM

  

“Africanism – the process by which Africans can have greater autonomy over how they are represented and how they can construct their own social and cultural models in ways not so mediated by a Western episteme and historicity – albeit in an increasingly transnational context.”

Arturo Escobar, Encountering Development: The Making and Unmaking of the Third World (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1995), p.7


From the observations made above, it is both prudent and civil to consider Africa as a major player in international development. Whether it is poverty or issues of bad governance, whatever happens in Africa may in one way or the other affect the entire world. The issues of Africa continue to preoccupy even unwilling regimes. During the presidential primaries in 2008 in the USA, both then senators Obama and Clinton staked their victories on the views they countenanced on foreign relations. As expected, Africa, especially the response to Sudan and Rwanda genocides, resurfaced. While to the presidential candidates it was only a matter of expending political capital, to many Africans living in America and many international agencies with an interest in Africa, it was a matter of life and death.

5 STEPS TO AFRICA CONTROL OF THE WORLD

 

1. Protect African raw materials and intellect: Historically, Africa has given its most precious resources almost for null - sometimes insultingly in exchange for mirrors, spoons or cloth. Now, that should come to an end. Africa should publish its findings, take interest in its people's inventions, promote African-birthed technologies and publish many books, right in Africa for African readership with an African perspective squared!


2. Develop courageous leadership: Across Africa, strong, courageous leaders who will not be given in to anything that promises quick fixes or who will not be bought by powerful influences or who will not "sell" Africa cheaply to foreign entities, should emerge.


3. Take interest and love everything African: The greatest propaganda that has brought African pride down said that "Black was ugly." No, to the contrary. Black is powerful, beautiful and resourceful. Africans should believe in Africa and in themselves.


4. Think global, invest local: African countries should not fear to play a key role in global economic manumissions. But African states should invest in Africa first - in infrastructure, manufacturing, technology, communication, information, agriculture, services, the military, intelligence, and etc. It has been said that no country is an island, but, historically, Africa has been foolish many times - it does not only invite others but it dishes to them all secrets and power. That should stop!


5. Keep African authentic: Duplicity has its own value, but Africa must embrace who and what it is and love what it can do and offer to the world. Africa should not strive to be America or Americans, Europe or Europeans, Asia or Asians, and etc. Africa should be just Africa.

They say that Africa is a poor continent, that is only for now; in time, Africa will be the answer." ___ Africa has not written as many books, nor built as many industries; when it does, all others will be secondary."


Charles Mwewa

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Charles Mwewa Sings about Africa!

dreams of africa

dreams of africa

dreams of africa

  

I

I dream of Africa, the smells of early rains 

I long for the beaches heaving with swamps and fens;

I yearn for the dark long free worms, food for fishes

And I hunger for breams and all native dishes.


II

I miss the songs when new virgins’ rites are over

With every step a rare chance to live in clover;

I wish to stand all day watching their curvatures,

When they emerge with tight chonches and fine cultures!


III

I long for your tender bosom, Oh Africa,

I remember busking inside your bright Spica

As I milked in the zephyr of your youthful dawn,

And your Nshima maize mixture I had always gnawn.


IV

Oh the rhythms of Rumba, pleasure of your drum,

In this young and old, day and night, shindig and swam

To the sounds of mirth my ancestors bragged about

Oh how soundly the children slept after the bout!


V

I often dream of the wastes lying on Cairo Road

Of graffiti and filth garbage across the board,

Of smut of compacted town-centre boulevards

Of the uncouth conduct in courtrooms and churchyards.


VI

I didn’t enter the portal of the living dead

Nor tasted sweet love in a darkly flowing bed,

Yet, I dream of the best potential of all kids

Of women who dance with opened legs in all nudes.


VII

I have been to the river banks of flowing blood,

To tears spilling over with a weeping flood;

In Africa they teach, “Life once given, it’s gone!”

Oh land, without you it feels like I was not born.


VIII

These nights are memorable when I dream of you

These lights are horrible when I forget what you do;

These rights are fallible when I flout the offspring; 

These fights are agreeable when I speak your feeling!


IX

The streets of raw Africa are littered with dirt,

The central banks are going to war with yawning debt;

The roads are thwarted with problems of a pothole;

The fields have graves but the sound of music makes whole.


X

I stand at the edge of the rising waterfall

And watch able adventurers drive, dive and free-fall

On the waves of high splashing flurry and glory

Where they burry their heart and mind with no worry.


XI

When I saw the smiling girls at their first instance,

When the bare-breasted women took their early chance,

Their thighs strong and their arms hardened through toil, 

Their diamond hands and golden tongues drip silver oil.


XII

The politics of the land are lovely as flute

The speeches of Parliament sound like awful fruit;

The decisions of courts are lithe like a Danseuse

And the banks lend only to those they can abuse.


XIII

The beauty of Africa is a fantasy, 

Women keep their pubic gardens smartly fussy;

Men find it in parody of foreign accents

And presidents pride in signing stately assents.


XIV

The dreams of my homeland are many and intense,

The visions fill my beliefs with divine incense; 

The fine blessings and the curse on the savannas

Are shaped like the anxious tendons near the anus.


XV

I dream of your never changing magnificence,

In avant-gardism and now I see your presence.

Your vowel-ended surnames I love to pronounce

And your pure kind-heartedness I like to announce.


  

Tear of God


They lash junkets of donor support

On the pained daughters of the soil

All in the hope to redeem a race

Of a people mired in blood

The grim image of black Africa

Illuminated by an over-shined sun

Lamps its toxins of artificial gems

On a land deep in solstice shadows

This aid that always comes late

Given by greased governments

Is only a drop in a gigantean ocean?

As kids and women in tears bask

A tear of God lazily dropped

And who for Africa shall mourn

Who, for broken and forsaken land

Who, for stricken and afflicted band?


Investment Principle


There is nothing that may happen

That people will hasty to say

That it was done without purpose

Since nothing happens for nothing

For everything, awful or lawful

Has an underlying meaning

This may not be now apparent

But will reveal itself in time

The law of life is take and give

So that in every circumstances

There is one gift that will offend

And its value grows in silence

So in whatever you are involved

Where your time and energy are

There is also your future and reward

And greatness in time it will award


The City


Oh, the City; tentacles it spreads like a pregnant octopus; 

Women in legs long and spacious coil; 

As down the city-centres busy and ness mesh; 

Here I walk, Toronto; 

Splendous your restaurants; 

Missed calls, you mock!" 


  

Heartcry


Perfection, to you is a garment

That fits my soul;

You’re an epitome of beauty infantile

And grace admixed in perfect measure;

Oh, this windily figure who moves hearts

With every step she moves heavens

And in every absence, oh my soul you crash;

Each day I live in the shadow of 

Your fond remembrances;

Your heart, that fleshly gem in crimson,

Crafted from marble sinews,

Tender like angels’ wings,

And lovely as a queen’s chamber;

In your bosom mind and matter consent,

My untrained voice sings a song,

And my hands scribble lover’s lines;

You stand as a mighty tower 

And those legs taste like honey to behold,

To brag about your love is in order,

To say, “I feel you good” is bolder;

Oh, Heartcry, its poetry, lovely and true

Oh, Heartcry, like a woman, I love.


  

Change with Change


They claim they will bring change

When all they do is preach the old message

And their people don’t find this strange;

You don’t grow through the old passage.

The people stare in mesmerizement and wonder

They have the same lines all their life

And they are confused and can’t ponder;

They feel like they’ve been cut with a knife. 


No Fundamentalist


I am not a Christian fundamentalist; I am a Christian,

There is a difference;

I believe in grace as Paul preached it to the Ephesians,

And I love the inference;

But there are those who use the Bible woefully amiss,

Such I avoid;

They pick this and for what does not, they dismiss,

That leaves a void;

God truly loves the world and does not exclude,

The good or the bad;

Yet, modern fundamentalists know whom to include,

And that is sad;

I don’t use my faith as a weapon of condemnation,

I use it to help;

Everyone who is human fits into my combination,

And they don’t yelp;

There is commonality in every extremity,

Christianity or Marxism;

Every act of love and care for the needy builds amity,

It mortifies separatism;

Embrace and accept all as composite brotherhood,

Which is veracious;

One world guided by one love and not hatred would

Be very precious.


  

Africa, I Love


Oh Africa, my Africa, don’t you amaze me

In all wise, you’re poor and sometimes even evil

Other times, you disappoint, especially when children you neglect

Your roads are full of potholes, some of your housing dilapidated

You keep enjoying other nations things

And you don’t pay attention to your own potential

You spend more time copying other people

Than you do trying to improve yourself

BUT I still love you

I am dead in your rhythms, especially your Rhumba

Your girls are lovely – as tender as the feathers of a peacock

Your music – oh my God – I can indulge in day and night

And your beauty – is true beauty – the nature, the people

Oh Africa, although you’re neglected, my thoughts are all you

Africa, my Africa, no matter what, our love is forever

Africa, till I die, we are two roads that met

And have promised never to part

Oh Africa, my Africa, God shine upon you!

i miss home

dreams of africa

dreams of africa

In these gardens of the North, a splendid summer sun shines

And all the dirt of snowy erosion brought to a clashing cleansing

As the nimbus now grey canopy the silky skies with pines

Here, the Scarlet macaw flies higher to gyrating frequency sensing

The streets now look free of pelting murky of flossing wintries;

The greens all littered with aroma from coffee plantations

And the sounds of hip-hop filter through the singing countries,

And hope and laughter undergo semi-surgical implantations.

I hear the news of the failing super icon, Mandela Madiba

In my heart of minds, I offer him a fervent prayer

From abroad, I see the rising and falling rainbow over the Kariba

And from the heavens, his stars align for a sigh of fresh air.

I miss home, the innocent terrains of sculpting red sand

Where in broad day-light, kids frolic from street to street

And the waves of heated violet rays foment the entire land

But with stamina and simplicity, the eve-drums, cheerfully beat


QUNU


The route to time-warmed freedom is still long

And is a thousand Mandela’s resilience strong

The aura of the splendid Cape Mountains

Just lay few metres away from Qunu’s fountains

For here, the great’s remains have been buried

And here, his scepter of freedom’s mantle is carried

In these terrains of bigoted Apartheid, he walked

And here, the towering figure of history has talked

To a people, but all the people of his homelands

For to one brother as to one sister all make bands

And here forever the light of the night has risen

In his long walk to freedom, injustice has fallen

Mourn all nations, if not this peace we butcher

For yourselves, not the dead, and your new future!


  

Money


Learn thee to appreciate money

And change thee thy money attitudes

For thy confusions regardeth money

Breedeth twisted facts of wealth

Know thee that money is existence

Understandeth freedom’s next of kin

For as thousands lacketh its power

In poverty countless doth succumb

Educate thyself in providence’s drill

Coach thyself in shortages’ tricks

For in hard times knowledge winneth

And in thy ignorance death loometh

People ought to hold money in bounty

Every purse boometh with laughter 

And in thy plethora hold thee thy pass

To wander the earth till Doomsday


Four Messengers


They may come from anywhere

The four messenger from hell

In their path and from nowhere

They arrive without a bell

AIDS makes her nest in Africa

H1N1 lays her young in America

SARS leases her spores in Asia

CANCER rests her head in Austrasia

Dig up mass graves in a desert

Deny Hitler a noon dessert

For all race as all colour he refuses

Jews and blacks he kills with gas fuses

No-one is innocent in Europe

None, when discriminations gallop

America pleads “not guilty” to blood

And Africa is submerged by a flood


No Author of Tragedy


I am not an author of tragedy

I write what happens in reality

But I will not at all be rigid

When so much lead to cruelty

I am not a critic of mass industry

Nor do I see souls labour like machinery

And I will not keep my mouth dry

Nor only make advocacies summary

I am for humanitarianism

But in the poor name of the victims

Money is collected for many an ism

While kids pair in miserable teams

I am not an opponent of aid

I only tell of hypocrisy as a fact

In the name of butter and bread,

Poverty and profit make a pact


Didn’t Feel Like Writing


I didn’t feel like writing poetry

For my darling Muse be asleep

To awake a drowsing mind

Takes more skill than rhyming

And the hand that draws and paints

Is more sane than an idle clock

I didn’t want to draft a narrative

For the senses be off and dull

To design an end-rhyme epigram

Takes more skill than prosing

And the length of the work itself

Doesn’t account for real genius


Shakespeare Unedited


Thou in thy dream saw Shakespeare

In the dead of night saw thou a spear

For the wife of that venerable Macbeth

This lady of vice and untimely birth

Thee in thy dream also saw Portia

In kind and mind as Obama’s Sasha

Yet in thy wake watches Sinatra

The nard which played Cleopatra

Whence that night Julius Caesar

In battles trekked he with no visa

To surpass the spoils of Richmond

And to the Senate be gave diamond

Thou wrote on thy knee: Elizabethan

Which thou recanted to biblical Nathan

Who in predictions of David or Pharaoh

Who the priming looks of Romeo

Would dare not crown Richard the Third

For who wore bloody gowns unaided.


  

City of Livingstone


City of Livingstone, Zambia

Many memories embedded here

In sands so loose and terrains so quiet

By Maramba, sounds of shining colours

The progeny of mixed races;

By Helen Britel, music glows to disco.

Here the route treks to Victoria Falls

The locals called Smokes with Thunder:

The waters boil at ephemeral speed

The winters warmed by rising fumes;

The monkeys sing to tangled thickets

Draining their natural call

On heads of state’s bored-head!

City of Livingstone, Zambia

Canopy of Chief Mukuni

Who alone knows the riddle

Of Nyami-nyami, a lady-snake

Who guards the river and waves!

Here civilizations meet nudely

On rapids, kayaks sea-saw freely

Women under trees sit nakedly

While men watch so drily

The sun shines briskly at Sun Inn

Here prostitutes meet their match

With sticks that sing, shoes that talk

Business takes on a twist

And a window to the future

Opens widely over Hillcrest skies

Semi broken; semi whole

So we dingo to kapentas partly rotten

To beans with skimmed insects

And meats that are scarce like frost

City of Livingstone, Zambia

No place much better

No season much sweeter!


  

Dying While Black


They die brutal deaths, these kids

Just for being Black kids.

They are gathered in these prisons

Like chicken packed in small prisons.

They are readied for a mass slaughter,

A deep, dirty, Black slaughter.

Their only crime, because of colour

Just because they wear Black colour.

They lie in wait, these Blue policemen

And it pleases every policeman.

These prisons are full of human sorrow

Creating creatures that bring sorrow.

When Black goes in saintly and dark

It comes out Whitened, motives dark.

When justice opens its eyes, 

Law becomes a whip against Brown eyes.


  

Why Not Me?


As I walk alone, along this busy street

Even in this silence on top of summer’s heat

Thoughts torture my poor soul from within,

Frightful punches in my heart begin, 

And I sob: “Why not me?”

I see those who live in elevated mansions,

Who drive elegantly and wear lurid blouses,

Who tint their cars and possess lots of money,

Who are followed by everyone like after honey.

And within me I glob: “Why without me?”

I watch men as they play on technology’s best,

Women as they strut streets in angelic majesty,

I hear the winds blow at great force to the west,

And all it leaves behind is me browny and dusty.

In anger I ask: “Why not them?”

I am jealousy of those who seem happy with life,

They are accompanied by pomp so splendid

In their path they leave feasts of pride and strife

And have others wipe where they have fended.

With a banger I ask: “Why only them?”


Dreams of Poverty


I wake, tears rolling, in deep sweats,

Dreaming of days gone with big debts,

In pain of worry and harsh nights

When sleep climbs over higher heights.

Dreams of poverty stir my soul,

I fear the day lack will befall

When gloom as a frightful shadow

Becomes a close and common foe.

I run from my footsteps all day,

All my plans have wondered at bay,

Poverty’s shame does threaten me

And from my own heartbeats I flee.

The thoughts of days of want do haunt

The feelings of great need also taunt,

I see the pangs of struggle’s past

I run and away very fast!

song of a slave

dreams of africa

song of a slave

A slave, a man, for that is what they have called him

From ancient civilization, the drums have beat

And from the depth of the abyss, their gong have gone

Here, she was born a daughter from a man and wife

And there, they knew her as a fountain of calm waters

But for how long, the chants arise and the waves fall

And again, how long should we dance, to nothing

As their progeny, we carry their humiliation, their pain

For in shame they bore mixed heritages, and for nothing

Oh laugh aloud, our own peril we chartered across oceans

How shall I sing, when all nations frown upon the race

And as days old truths have been massacred in masses

So that when they needed booty, these ancestors died

So that when times of danger where done, they perished

But for them, these old lines will perpetually speak up

In the name of God, haven’t men transgressed divine order

In the name of sacred scriptures, like stray dogs, they toiled

Even so they flogged them with whips and strings

They considered them property, while quoting the Bible

For to them, they were nothing but piece of property

Oh cry sacrilegious, mourn, shame and hide your face

For now pets receive more honour than they did

They were not humans, only expendable indecencies

No vet would dare pock their noses, no justice found

As for their women, their bodies abused for wantonness

Should we dance, laugh or pretend all this did not be

Should we close our eyes to history as if we didn’t see

Nay, for now and then, Black is not a thing but dark

And on the pillars of begotten statesmen is a mark

Only endurance, only poesy, only us can change us!


Not Just a Number


In this land of many chances

And opportunities

I still feel like just a number

Nay, am not just a number, a colour

Nay, have a clan, a tribe, a culture

Nay, says I am not just a number

The medium is the peace

They pander like others are events

And they announce to exclude us

Nay, am not just existing

Nay, I have a talent, a habit

Nay, I have character and manners

The West is colour-blind, let them say

The East has people who are persons

And the South is not an island

Let the people of colour emerge

And let them be a people, no a number

Aren’t just a number

Am a human being


Oh, My God


Oh, my God, wow!

What wows is an owl

An owl lives in the trees

The trees grow in a forest

The forest in which birds hide

Hiding from slings and stones

Stones of lime and marbles

Marbles which built the city

The city is Ottawa

Ottawa is in Ontario

Ontario is a province

A province is in Canada

Canada is a country

Country is a kind of music

Music may be hip-hop

Hip-hop is an art

Art is made by brush and paint

Paint is of many colours

Colours may be in orange

Orange is a citrus fruit

Fruit may be sour or sweet

Sweet is like sugar

Sugar is from sugarcane

Sugarcane is grown in Brazil

Brazil won the 2002 World Cup

World Cup was in South Africa

South Africa is in Africa

Africa is a continent

A continent has nations

Nations may be Zambia

Zambia has 13 million people

People have different names

Names like John or Mwewa

Mwewa is in Bemba

Bemba is a tribe

A tribe consists of nationals

Nationals have races

Races may be white or black

Black absorbs light

Light comes from the sun

The sun is in the sky

The sky is in heaven

Heaven is, oh my God,

God’s holy throne!


Bemba Tales


This bird looks like

My own mother

Even the eyes look like

My own mother

The mouth looks like

My own mother

Even the ears look like

My own mother

Pounded groundnuts 

Do you look like

Your mother or father?

For your mother is beautiful

Though you may look like

Your own father,

Resemble your mother

For she is beautiful

This stick is mine

I saw it at Katenta

This stick resembles my own

I got it at Katenta

This stick of mine has spots

This stick of mine has dots

This stick of mine is speckled

This stick of mine is 

Black and white

This stick is dappled 

Like a leopard

This stick is stippled 

Like a tiger

This stick is freckled 

Like a giraffe

This stick is speckled 

Like a zebra


Music in Zambia


Nerves are cold, sullen and unexecuted

Energy is sour, squalid and inundated

Memory plays against views

All that is seen are souls without spirit

Miss the rhythm that skins ooze

Hear the sounds of tar-marked drums

Speak with a waist and a hand

And brace awake to pure ecstasy

Music in Zambia is our brew

The sun showers with delight

Shades dance and smug

White flowers gather to cheer

Places are bumpy and brown

Mountains laugh with their chests

Valleys whisper within spaces

And in Zambia music speaks

Louder than echoes


Free Soil


People, people begin to make room

To let the white-shadowed groom

Pass through to his fated doom

To gain shape after one zoom

They are not ashamed to brag

About the newly-scented rag

On which the Queen of hip-hop lags

Followed by boys carrying bags

It is a land where fools carry wallets

And the wisely-born hold mallets

To shape effigies and chisel wood

In order to gain a penny for food

The snake winds lazily in rush hour

As tolled-cars small and large cower

In the heat of slowly-burning oil

Where hearts curse costs of free soil.


  

Musonda


This love, that my wings be cast on the sea

This love, the brightest in your eyes I see,

In your hand melts love’s melodies at best,

Every morn, I awoke to your palms’ first, 

You carried a heart of a true mother

And cared for me more than several other,

Yet, you were a silent lover of skins;

When you came under unlike many kins,

I knew you’d carry me through the gravel

To Mibenge where we meant to travel.


Insulted in America


They gather around media phones and shades

And insult me because I am not six feet tall.

They gossip of high art, music or movie trades

While me and others petite are left to fall.

They recite them in plots of love novels

And describe their figures of great beauty

But in all my experience and travels

I have found no one as Clarice as fluty.

My daughters say that I am handsome

And my wife knows I have great looks,

But in America they think I am not ransom

And they can’t narrate me in books.

In America they think all others are not good

They will say no-one from China and Japan is

They gang around basketball for their food

And wouldn’t admit others can be fizz.


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4 WEAK POINTS OF POWER 

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Power, by its design, has four major weaknesses. Any leader, whether in politics, religion, social or any other persuasion of life, will have to guard against these four pitfalls: 


1. NOT LISTENING: This is the first weakness of Power. It is also the first sign that a leader has started to be corrupted by Power. They are not there yet, but they have entered the path to self-destruction, autocratic tendencies, and self-belief. When a leader stops to listen to advisers, spouse, colleagues and the people, they have begun on a road to corruption. 


2. FLATTERY: This is the second stage to corruption. It is the sign that you are moving from responsible Power into absolute or autocratic Power. It begins by looking for, and sometimes, soliciting flattery. Such leaders will like to hear only what they want. The trouble begins when they can’t or don’t hear what they want to hear. Everyone else not sharing their opinions or point of view is an enemy, and must be isolated or ostracized.  


3. PRIDE: Pride and flattery are related, only that Pride is deeper and more ruthless. Pride is the third stage to Power corruption. When power becomes Pride, it closes all opportunities to other points of view and only considers its own as legitimate. At this stage, it eliminates opposition, refuses to listen to reason and becomes conceited. When Power is Pride, people are nothing but things to be used to reach the leader’s ends. Power, at this stage, believes it is always right. Usually, at this stage, Power has corrupted a leader to the point of killing anyone who stands in their way. 


4. CORRUPTION: The final stage of Power corruption. The regime, order, rule, church, and so on, at this stage, is ruined; it’s rotten to the core, usually irreversibly. Power, at this stage uses everything, including law, to reprise opponents (usually, at this stage, opposition is none-existent). Law becomes tyranny. Democratic or religious institutions become weapons of mass corruption. Common-sense becomes avaricious. Power doesn’t just kill, it kills at will, and sometimes, just on sheer speculation. The only way to reverse an absolute corrupt Power is to use mutiny, revolution or democratic mass protest that paralyses absolute Power.

song of a slave

They say that Africa is a poor continent, that is only for now; in time, Africa will be the answer." ___ When Africa begins to solve its problems, it will reshape the global equilibrium."


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