The wavering theory

Since the beginning of age the earth remained

its ears were inclined to only the voice of wisdom

earth did not seek for gold attained

Nor craved for a mere presumed system

The earth is older than any powerful Pharaoh ordained

Yet you tell me it withers away

Men looked for knowledge from creation

The earth opened its magnificence and wonder

Earth embraced every child under the sun without any obligation

we were safe, we were comfortable, even on the sea with a rudder

The earth was and always will be the mother of a vast nation

Yet you tell me it withers away

We dug up wells to find the purest water

We planted seeds and trusted earth to give us good produce

The land didn't cry when an animal fell on the soil for slaughter

the reasons for doing things in order was a recommendation and no excuse

and in those days of long ago the sun became hotter and hotter

Yet you tell me that it withers away

Our ancestors dug up wealth from the ground under

they found out that the earth was rich

Their respect for mother nature did not put its foundations asunder

every single one of them who worked to get silver for his own niche 

like animals some of them wanted to plunder

Yet you tell me that it withers away

The age of accountability and dignity expired

the earth wept bitterly because of the greed and bloody

The animals went back to their hiding place in holes and retired

from the third to the fourth generation mankind noticed their ability to rule

their spirits were like those of the possessed they were cruel 

Yet you tell me that the earth withers away

You have exaggerated, telling us that the ice melts

You have made forecasts that weather patterns have changed dramatically

You gained riches for you and your kind and no one else

with rumors of the ozone layer subdued by the harsh rays

preaching that earth is overpopulated but we know you want the resources

And you still tell me that it withers away

Nature has its own time

A time for change at its own will

you have never understood its language because you never taught yourself 

 You have made nations to fear and act with no discernment

In the end earth will plead with wisdom to restore it to its glory

So that you do not tell its true children that it withers away

History

Oh how have we_ the children of the soil 

Oh how have we_ forgotten the sound of our names

Oh how have we_ despised the beauty of the sun 

Oh how have we_ kept quite about our story 

Oh how have we_ sang songs of strangers

Oh how have we_ slept under darkness

History has been captured by the sons of perdition

the sons who have stolen our heritage

hiding it in the deepest of a pit

day and night we forget about the history 

that has been passed down from generation to generation

by our loving ancestors

Oh how have we_filled our eyes with dust

Oh how have we_altered our way of doing things

Oh how have we_ despised our own kind

Oh how have we_ sold our morality

Oh how have we_chased the vain teachings of our enemies

Oh how have we_been deafened by the charms of wicked men

History has become a lie to the modern fool

Only the curious irritates the sin out of a sinner

a mind not satisfied by what they are told 

History sings her song from the grave

from the one who has driven it to the ground

History can still be saved by its own_if only they would listen

Oh have we_formulate conclusions with foolish tales

Oh have we_ looked in the mirror of deception

Oh how have we_turned our backs to their proverbs of art

Oh how have we_used religion to seduce our daughters 

Oh have me_created systems that caused a great terror to traditions

Oh how have_ we dug up the graves our the dead to study their authenticity

Arise_spirit of the young prophets of Africa

Arise_ spirit of the great loin 

History is asleep no more History is being resurrected

the chains of the sons of perdition have been broken

The children who hold the scepter of revelation

comforting the memories of their ancestors

Oh how have we_ the children of the soil 

Oh how have we_ forgotten the sound of our names

Oh how have we_ despised the beauty of the sun 

Oh how have we_ kept quite about our story 

Oh how have we_ sang songs of strangers

Oh how have we_ slept under darkness

The Descendants of the warriors of Eden have awoken

The daughters are singing songs of triumph

History is being accompanied by the mothers of dignity

The stars can no longer withhold their gift of light

The deserts are flowing with waters of life

The history of Africa has come back to the children of the soil

    

From a Woman To a Mother

I was woman, Woman was I

With the finest of elements the purest of minerals

Was I beautifully molded

No human was entrusted with my formation

Only a God so perfect had me

Like a wild flower, I blossomed

Like a river i had calm and peace

Slowly time taught me the sacred secrets of motherhood

i learnt all things, Like the great king Solomon of Long ago

I was made wise and shrewd

In an unexplainable way, I met your protector

Your provider and seed sower

 My beloved known to you as father, we had our products

The best that only creation can offer beautiful children

named by me and surnamed  by my beloved

Being entrusted with your lives was a calling

 I was challenged by the system of things

I was mocked by the women of wealth

I was detained by slander 

Because i raised you virtuous

Like a tree i shaded you from the sun and its harsh rays

Like the clouds i showered you with the rain of love

was the world was scorching

Like a beaver i built a wall of protection

for your minds

Like a honey bee i made the sweetest  treat 

when your peers were bitter

Like the sea i filtered all the dirty talk

Like the mother eagle i taught you how to soar

With the wind beneath your fragile wings

Experiences with your father

The experiences with you my loves

 put a crown of mother on my head

I was named the empress of grace

The mother of my kingdom

God help my right hand and walked with me

I am celebrated for being a mother

There is no scientific proof of the depth of my nature

No formula or mathematical equation can calculate

The authenticity of my kindness

I am a complex to the gods themselves

I AM MOTHER, MOTHER I AM

MOTHER SHE IS 

FATHER I AM

You were conceived in my mind child 

I saw the vision of you before the meeting with your naturer

I planned ahead of time to guide you in this life

I wanted to be known as your only true father

On that faithful night I knew your mother

I trusted her to harbour my seed

I knew that she will do well in carrying you 

while you grow inside her belly

That day the name of my forefathers was yet again revived

The fruit of my loins, The beloved of your mother

I thanked the Almighty for the power of creation within the hour of love

My child you define me as a man 

It cuts me deep When you cry

You strengthened me by the look in your eyes

I was the wealthiest man in the land because of you my child

I could confidently stand before the council of man because of your respect

When the world has been cruel to you, I bear the the wisdom to encourage you

When you fall and your enemies scorn you

With my right hand I will lift you up and with the growling 

Of a lion I will scatter the adverse one

Your identity,  your history exists because of my understanding

I will not mislead you that many will name you bastard

I may not be rich, i may not be the lover of money and fame

Through my influence I will show you God

Be wise my child that I may give an answer to the dark master

My discipline is not unto the scarring of your spirit

You are my seed the fruit of your mother's loins

I am your father

When night comes I will be your light

When winter comes I will be your warmth

When lack comes I will be your plenty

When death comes I will be your life

My name is father and I am made the king to rule in righteousness

So that there may be peace  in my household

I am declared lord by your mother

My report unto the heavens stand true

My sleep in my ripe years should be a testimonial

For the tomb of my forefathers I will lay

In peace I will rest but when I resurrect again

I will surely father you for all eternity this time

My Story Is Alive

It was a peaceful day that day

The air was clean and fresh, I loved taking deep breaths

The breeze kissing my fragranced skin

A normal day it was for the young and old

I said a little prayer of thanks to the highest

It was a peaceful day that day

There was a doctor that day

The usual business man in a suit on a mission

The fasion guru witing to bepicked up by his chauffeur

A student anxious about getting their science test results

A street sweeper thinking about her month end debts

A normal day it was for everyone great and small

I blinked once then twice that day

Around me things changed

Every one was screaming and shouting in terror

Suitcases, books and working tools were dropped

Panick and unrest shook my community

It got worse when I blinked twice that day

My Country changed that day

Our enemies surrounded us

Our monies had no value

Streets flooded with the young and old alike

The sun and the moon were sleeping

Panick engulfed my Country that day

Troops from America promised to help that day

The media reported both propaganda and truth

Neighbouring countries reached out to help

Russia stood by our side and defended us

Yet Russia and America were in conflict over me

Help was war on that day

We lost the wealth we never owned not that day

Bodies laying on the ground rotting away

Mothers weeping for their husbands

Girls weeping for their young stallions

The stench of death in my Country

We were being subdued that day

One one was safe in their nests that day

World war 3 or maybe the apocalyptic events

We wanted Russia's aid and salvation

Our enemy was turning us against ourselves

The clouds closing in as curtains

Marking our rise and fall as a nation that day

The boogie man came back that day

Position himself for a bigger mission

We happen to be in his way

He is planning to bring down the Russian giant

His reasons are that of the elders of Zion

From slumber he arose that day

 Fear overcame me that day

My body shook as of the shaking of winter

My nipples rubbed against the fabric I wore

My conscious and subconscious couldn't deferentiate

Just as illusion and reality painting the same picture at once

Lights down low on Ukraine that day

Witten for Ukraine 

I HATE ME

I hate me; simply because my lips are thick

These lips don't look like the ones I see on tv

Which man will lust to kiss thick oval lips

Or what manner of praise will I get from other nations

It is these lips I want to change, I don't want them thick and oval

Surely what the world sees is the creator's error and displeasure.

I hate me; Just because my nose is not sharp like the Europeans

My nose is wide and it looks big, it makes me sad and ashamed

Even the golden shimmer from MAC cosmetics doesn't do justice

I want to surgically shape it, so that I may be accepted by the world. I will never be satisfied with what it, no never

For the world will see God's mocking humour.

I hate me; simply because my hair is not sleek and straight
My hair reminds me of  a pot scrubber, coiled and hard
That is why I will use extremely harmful chemicals to make it straight. I will also spend a lot of money for the best international weave And then the industry will see the potential in me. I will destruct my hair
and spit on God however way I can

I hate me; Just because My breasts are not big like Pamela Anderson. She was famous for Sexual activities in the entertainment Industry
the outfits she wore made her more Womanly and sexy, I want men to also lust after me; wine and dine with me. I am not producing Milk for these babies, implants is what I want, I don't care about me, So why should i care about Psalms 137

 I hate me; Simply because My hips are not wide nor big enough
how am I Suppose to wear outfits that show my jelly
since my mates twerk a lot when in prestigious clubs
I am not happy, because all i see Is what fame demands
yes I have said it before and I will say It again
the heart wants what the heart wants; and that is wide hips and big bums

I hate me; just because My Skin is not light enough
all this natural pigmentation is nothing but pain and anguish
there is no Beauty at all in a woman who Is not fair In Colour
ask the men on the streets, all they talk about is yellow boned women
i will buy the latest skin lightening products to strip my melanin off
and every nation under the sun will adore me look at me in admiration

Yes I have Said it; i have disliked myself from my tender age
and now the seeds Of hatred have grown into abundance of crop
I am Scarred with no hope of ever healing
the Illusion that consumed me is now my reality
the world and its artificial promises has Stripped me of my truth
I have cursed God due to these wicked standards and now
my soul Is lost forever



I HATE ME