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
What will we leave to our children but tales of dust and despair?
This is not yet uhuru, We cannot yet sing liberdade, We have not yet tasted ominira...
Love Africa, love yourself
This land is still yours.
For most of us death comes slowly.
we are the girl in the photograph and the girl on the ocean bed and the girl on the mountaintop