hiding behind the skirts
of victimization, little progress
pulling the rug
from other africans’ feet
independence no longer sweet
freedom still a pipedream
porous borders policing people
valiantly, all in vain
an island of prosperity
in a sea of poverty
hope hanging by a thread
like a broken record
africans of all hues
prowling 4 meaningful cues
claim their motherland
from a petit bourgeoisie
in afrika people need dreams
not borders
the pride of madness
becoming delusion, lapped up
like strawberry & cream
power failures are the norm
broken fingernails
worked to the bone perhaps rent a retiring concord
african women sold export double digit growth all round
across permeable borders no borders, no drama queens
is afrika beyond redemption
motho ke motho ka batho
i am because you are
umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu