Nneka - Africans

U keep pushing the blame on our colonial fathers
U say they came and they took all we had possessed
They have to take the abuse that they have caused our present state with their intruding history
Use our goodness and nourishment in the Name of missionary.

Lied to us, blinded us, they slaved us, misplaced us, strengthen us,hardened us then
they replaced us... now we got to learn from pain
Now it is up to us to gain some recognition
If we stop blaming we could get a better condition

Wake up world!!
Wake up and stop sleeping
Wake up Africa!!
Wake up and stop blaming
Open ur eyes!!
Stand up and rise
Road block oh life penalty

Why do we want to remain where we started
And how long do we want to stop yourselves from thinking
We should learn from experience that what we are here for is existence
But now we decide to use the same hatred to suppress our own brothers
It is so comfortable to say racism is the cause
but this time it is our same body chasing and biting us
Knowledge and selfishness that they gave to us,this is what we use to abuse us

Wake up world!!
Wake up and stop sleeping
Wake up Africa!!
Wake up and stop blaming
Open ur eyes!!
Stand up and arise
Road block oh life penalty

Those who have ears let them hear
Brothers who are not brainwashed take ruins and rest
Pick them up and stick them back together
This is the only way we can change this African weather
Lied to us,blinded us, they slaved us,misplaced us,strengthened us,hardened us then
they replaced us now we got to learn from pain

Wake up world!!
Wake up and stop sleeping
Wake up Africa!!
Wake up and stop blaming
Open ur eyes!!
Stand up and rise
Road block oh life penalty

you got to wake up please
youuuuu got tooo
(wake up Africa wake up and stop blaming)
blaming ha ha ha
open your eyes your eyes
stand up and riise
road block oh life penalty
wake up...

1 day at a time (Just wait & see)

1 day at a time, that’s what your mother said,
But what if today is the last chance you get?
Change comes eventually, but what if it won’t?
Are we still rich with this jewel we call time?

He is your savior, or so the preacher told you,
And with Him you will never be alone.
But what if there’s no one,
Just the strength of your convictions?
Are we still chained to the hope of a new day?

1 day at a time, that’s what they all say,
But what if tomorrow never comes?
In the midst of our thinking,
Are we wasting precious moments?
With this 1 day at a time kind of life?


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Painting: Melting Clocks - Salvador Dali

Unfinished (so many things we left unsaid)

The African sun weaves through the air, in delicate silk rays
wrapping us both in warmth
My bare feet curl next to yours in this quiet moment of bliss
I can hear you breathing, with the breeze that sails through the trees
And in my chest I feel my heart beating,
to the tune of a distant thorn bird…


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Gold digger (inspired after an Oprah episode where she interviewed a professional gold digger!!)

It’s my little black dress with the fake pearls,
those fake pearls that I bought
That makes me happier than those other girls
who wear their guilt on their backs
A fear of loneliness, a fear of helplessness
keeps them changing their minds
Remaining little dolls for black-suited men
controlling lives with their gold.

Who has the upper hand, little Gucci girl,
who's losing more in this game?
When Christmas comes around you sit all alone
In the marble tomb that he bought.
Your body can't grow old, you must be beautiful
Less he casts you aside.
And you believe that I should envy you
I'll keep my fake pearls any day.



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Berlin

The state rises over me, humongous stone columns to pack the minions neatly away,
Karl Marx Allee vast and wide, kept them from crossing to the other side.
Onto Prenzlauerberg, with its eclectic charm and its beautiful, self-assured people,
And then to the U-bahn, sliding smooth and silent to the wonders of the west side…
Great glass precipices encase financial giants, I stand in awe of this modern capitalism,
A moment by the Reichstag reminds me of the past, that once would not have allowed me here,
Such a great city, not without its scars, will remain forever at the centre of Europe.



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Fuego - Mor Karbasi

“Do not confuse peace of mind with spaced-out insensitivity. A truly peaceful mind is very sensitive, very aware.”

Tenzin Gyatso, The 14th Dalai Lama

Envy

Ivanna wears a sad smile
on her alabaster face
Pierced with green eyes,
that seethe with envy.
Ivanna laughs too often,
a haunting empty sound
That brings a tinge of unrest
to my normally peaceful mind.
Last week I heard her singing,
a frenzied, tuneless song
Her unhappiness apparent with every note.
Ivanna has an aura,
of darkness and disdain
That turns the warmest heart
the other way.
Never have I met another
so fragile yet so irate
Ivanna is a wounded tiger
in a solitary rage.



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