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