Then they came with a book in their
Hands that was so strange to us.
When we questioned them they called
The book a holy book and without
Doubt we accepted their book their
Teachings their believe and followed
Their God instead of our gods
The missionaries are with mercenaries!
We drank and ate from one plate
They called it communion
So happy we were with the strangers
We had smiling face with good heart
They had smiling face with bad heart
They gave us salt with their right hand
But hid their sword with left hand
No one saw them but them
The missionaries are with mercenaries!
Our kings become their trusted
Friends at morning time and at noon
Our kings became their business
Partners
With a golden teeth they Sold
Our pride for few cowries and no
One saw them but them
Their book taught us not to kill
Their book taught not to steal
Their book taught us not to covert our
Neighbor’s goods but all of these were
Hidden deep in their heart
So far From our sight that we
Were blinded by the mirrors and fancy
Things they introduced to our land
We should have known that we have
Being sold before our own eyes and
Now it is too late to ask them to leave
For those who were meant to protect
Us are now our worst fears and our
Mothers are silent because they have
No say in our land.
Blackout
Take the young men to the ship
The young girls to my bed
How much for fifty of them
Hit him hard to walk fast
Don’t give them food till dawn
Bring my map to me
We have the black monkeys
It isn’t kidnap for their leader’s trader
With us at dark and we are now the
Leaders of their leaders we call the shot
Whatever we say they do because they
Exchanged their kingship with few
Cowries they are mute but can see!
And we woke up to a new episode of
Suffering
Someone please fetch my Mother
My sister my brothers
For I no longer see water when I
Look Into the ocean but blood
Blood of the innocent and pure
We have been given our own flesh to
Eat and our blood to drink
We are now Vampires of our own race
If only I can wake up tomorrow to see
My native land I will kiss away the
Tears and the blood that drops to the
Ground from the sky in my mothers
Land where we once had peace
But now I sleep to rise again
Good night Africa!
