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Cry oh beloved Africa! Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by NORI, Swaziland Jan 11, 2008
Media , Culture   Poetry

  

I was born into the land of Umvelincanti,
I was born into the land of Jezebel,
in a land rich with resources,
in a land without supply, without quality,
in a land that can feed us all,
in a land that feeds the minority, where the poor get poorer,
in a land where there is enough for all.
in a land where the greedy take all.
I was born into a land of mystery and dreams,
I was born into a land without hope,
in a place with the window to heaven,
in a place with the window to hell,
a place where rivers run deep,
a place where the rivers run dry,
and the grass is green all year.
and the grass is no longer green.
I was born into blackness,
I was born into oppression,
black diamond, black olive,
black man, evil man,
black is my beauty.
black is my curse.
I was born into a land rich with culture,
I was born into a land where culture has divided us,
a place where Ubuntu is the essence of our identity.
a place where Ubuntu is lost, buried with the ancestor.
I was born into the motherland,
I was born into homelessness,
where a mother is mother to all child,
where a mother has no child,
where a father is father to all child,
and a father has no child,
where you are my brother,
where I kill my brother,
and you are my sister,
and I kill my sister,
where colour exists only in the rainbow.
where colour defines who you are.
I was born into a land of peace,
I was born into war, civil war, tribal war, political war,
where my brother is my brother,
where my brother is the opposition,
a land where I plough in unity,
a land where I kill to plough,
in togetherness, in harmony.
where togetherness, harmony does not exist.
I was born into a land that bares food for all,
I was born into a land of hunger and poverty,
a land where the harvest belongs to the people.
a land where the land is too dry to harvest.
I was born into royalty, I am a king
I was born an outcast, I am a shame,
I am a queen, I am a princess,
I am an abomination,
we are all heirs to this land.
I have on right to inheritance.
I was born into a land of possibilities,
I was born into a land of HIV/AIDS
I was born into Africa, the motherland.
I was born into Africa, the motherland.
I am African.
I am African indeed.

Cry The Beloved Country!!!!








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Nosipho Dhladhla is from Swaziland. She loves writing, particularly regarding her thoughts, opinions and beliefs. She is inspired by her everyday experiences. Nosipho is passionate about Africa but also very saddened by its bureaucracy. She believes in the good in people, and in the fundamentals, Ubuntu being the essential one.
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