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The missionaries are with mercenaries

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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


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.



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


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!





Maureen Kenneth

The best way to learn is to try. The better way to try is to repeat. Repeating it is practicing it. Practicing it is perfecting it. Perfecting it is establishing it. Establishing it is an Accomplishment!

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