On The Fence...

I sit on the brink of sanity
Looking out the window at insanity
All in the precinct of my mind
I watch myself oscillate, in this eternal dilemma
To be or not to be! Shakespeare whispered in my ears
The room gets dark as I reach for the light
All in the precinct of my mind

Broken Chains...

Plagued has been my mind
Situations and circumstances has built walls in my head
Will I amount to anything? Said a thought

My world is crumbling, o’er is this life for me, I rather be dead.
I yelled help, help but no one comes my way.
There is no help anywhere

In frustration and despair do I live daily?
My hands are in chains, my mind in bonds
The clouds of my past have clogged my future
There is no light ahead, little wonder I have been called darkness.
Opaque and bleak seems my future,
Deliverance I need deliverance I need.

The seven winds blew percussion through the trees, then a voice I heard,
I lifted my hands and the chains broke, broken chains from uplifted hands,
Fell into my mind and locked it.
Free are my hand, locked is my mind.

Where are the dreams of Nkrumah, my father, my freedom you fought for?
Now my mind is in bonds of chains from my hands.
Liberation, liberation is my chant but freedom must come to my mind.

The voice keeps calling……. Renew your mind, renew your mind.

FatherSon Talk

Africa as a son
Africa as a father
Where is thy strength?
Where is thy glory?

Africa as a son,
We wait for you to shine like the sun.
Africa as a father,
We wait for your words of wisdom that it might not get darker.

Oh! Africa, thy chains of slavery on thy hand as a son;
Now is the chain of slavery in thy mind as a father.
The redemption of the son, truly is become the plague of the father.

Where do we look for Africa’s deliverance?
Fathers, sons and daughters of Africa,
Arise and redeem thy father from mind slavery.

The deliverance of Africa is in Africans.
Arise, arise and bring deliverance to our father and son...

Awareness........

Hello Africans,

Although many atimes its often said and heard that "if you want to hide something from a black man put it in a book". Now the internet is where the information is and most of the Africans do not have the priviledge of accessibility. Its our responsibility to elevate the consciouness of our people in the best possible way, lets begin to unlock and free minds of our brethren because thats the only key to true AWARENESS....................


send your sincere and candid comments

My Home Soil.......

MY HOME SOIL

My home soil,
My constant toil,
In thoughts, in aches of mind;
What in thee that has my soul to bind?
My home soil,
Blessed is thy toil.

Africa! When shall thy people embrace thee?
Constantly, on board I see them, all wanting to flee.
Hence I looked to the dreams of our “fathers”.
But in our present state, it seemeth vague without the ladders.

Where then is thy salvation, Oh Africa!
My tears by day, my sleeplessness by night,
When will thou yield to thy “fathers’” prophecies?
“The unification of Africa is all I seek”;
This constantly makes my soul meek.

To the youths must I look upon, to the future must I take a peek,
Alas! Scared and terrified am I, the future sometimes looks bleak.
Is this another passing generation?
Who are not given to the cries of the nation?

From whence cometh Africa’s dawn;
That falls like the dew on the lawn?
Unto that day I seek,
Until then my soul remains meek.
Still worshipping, on the grounds of;
My home soil.