I want the last bullet to have already been fired...
The history of humanity seems to be defined by human eyes looking away..
We learnt to dance to the beat of our hearts, Feet stamping steady to the constant concord of living,
I pay homage to the natural hair movement
For most of us death comes slowly.
This land is still yours.
What will we leave to our children but tales of dust and despair?
The history of humanity can be told in frames of people looking away
we are the girl in the photograph and the girl on the ocean bed and the girl on the mountaintop
Love Africa, love yourself