VANGERIROMOTO[LET US PRAY]…..TEMBO CHIRENJE MOYO 2003
Cheniro kuMasvikiro ne Mhondoro dzeino nyika kunana sekuru
nechembere ve dzindza nhumwa dza msikavanhu/the cause is now to saville row and
prada my being by undressing me of the Mngcotho and bhetshu on my mind with
secular materialism misdiagnosing Africas plight/ the so called freedom has
more slaves in chains/How can l say l wont fight when this life is a struggle?when
the drum of reality plays
Muchongoyo in the mind dancing feet trample to the mbira in
my soul all the way to mbire/where the
Souls of Hombarume,Mhondoro ne ma Gomwe giya /the
lion spirit within roars rattling the ribcages of my existence /l am the path
ancestor’s walk on to eternity /the eyes they see through and the tongue they
divine with/the hakata they blow and throw on the reed mat of destiny/let me
blow the hwamanda and raise the gano
Of my inheritance/the ancestors carried the Mkandara to
rickshaw thoughts through
Time portals/ haunted by cotton fields and the mtarato, the
insomniac day conjuring mbaramatonya nightmares/ the weals
On grandfathers back scar the conscience of inequity/ I
battle to feed the stomach
And they war to conquer the mind/ Bantu legacies are
desecrated in the mouths of scribes/collective spirit of inhumanity reducing us
to tribes/we toyi toyi behind points of our self hatred and misinterpret our
aspirations/ the symphony of redemption conducts the orchestra backwards with
malice towards humanity/ and hopes of peace are incinerated by flames of ethnic
wars/incarcerated in gridlocked thoughts of foreign lords and sires/licked by
bellicose flames hypnotized by tongues of heathen fires/where words are whores
doing more of the prostituting than saving souls/minds hooked to armagedons
prophesies of profit/ambitions of salvation held in check lost to spiritual
manipulation/gospel abused and not used as heavens redeeming scheme/beseeching
souls lavitate while isms smoke the ashes of our dreams/salvos and stones on
walls brutalising my convictions/mockbattles on thought addiction to Zions
illusion/l call upon you Chirisamuru,
mhondoro Chaminuka and you Tovera dziva remnvura /we are force fed Zion
philosophy held in the throes of holy’gun’ism
/l know not of Zion but only of Njelele ,Dula, Gorongozi and Nongoma where we find
counsel in the embrace of the rock -souls reposed /beliefs crucified on the
cross impaled by ignorance/Njelele muted by the Masvikiros by the mediums
secular indecision/lost to personality cults and philosophies of demigod thesis/
addressed in foreign languages commatosing Bantu with his-story/its time we
shared our story/the Bantu thought crippled at birth/riddled with no saints/only
those imposed to minion the Mhondoros of my tategurus/what is peace without a
piece of mind?but a dead silence ,a
cadaver haunted by its own epitaph/given lip service glossed by requims from
lucifers ex-communicated priests/from pulpits of Bantu sanity l recite ebony
skinned lectures of my Tateguru Msikavanhu , Julius Nyerere, Mapondera,Mzilikazi,Bambaata,Kwame Nkrumah,Ras
Tafiri,Samora Machel,Patrice Lumumba,Dedan Kimathi ,Tshaka ,Sotshangane chief
Maqoma, Tyali,to all my ancestors , these Bantu childs forgotten heroes/born in bondage to
be in debt until death/monopolized resources nothing for free only oxygen for
breath/they take away guns that brought liberty and wield batons that take away
freedoms/we burn effigies & torch wreaths for incense/the talismans of my mind’s
incandescence invoking and exhuming ubuntu from mass graves of ideological
genocide/ inhale life when they exhale death/Bantu power sweat and labour
created half the worlds wealth[y]/woke up to catchphrases of global village
Africa amalgamated to one big plantation/two faced like a coin the devil is now
on both sides of the cross/now we come forth we seek redemption as we abstain
from white washed Calvinism and black washed imperialism it lacks realism/suppression
an element of oppression depression of stressing/now l penetrate their racial
thoughts deeper than the needles of a acupuncture deeper than
the roots of the
Baobob tree lm not black as ebony but emancipated and free/they say we are
destined to be slaves so their law[d]s decree/never to walk on our legs but
ever to crawl on our knees/so they may
do as they please /but the shackles that bound Kaguvi [outside never within] Gumboreshumba
have fallen ,the noose that bound Nehanda Nyakasikana broken/l curse the
oppressor suppressor of the Bantu activist/l shout Amandla ngawethu blackpower
like Umkhonto we Sizwe
aluta continua
[decolonization is
not a solution from outside it starts from within]
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