Monthly Archives: February 2011

As the Drum Beats

As the drum beats,
I start to hyperventilate,
My heart begins to race,
My palms begin to sweat
And the seed of prophesy planted within me starts to germinate,
As the drum beats.

As the drum beats,
My heart begins to dance in to the rhythm of the drum,
Something within me is awakened as the drum beats,
A foreign voice from within me speaks.
As the drum beats.

As the drum beats,
As the drum beats,
Oh I…
As the drum…

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Voices of the Ancestors

At times I hear the voices of the ancestors,
Singing,
Creeping,
Crawling,
Calling me to the land of the banished.

To the land where I will never see the sunshine again,
To the land where I will never feel my mothers love,
To the land where evil and restless souls constantly push and shove,
To the land where liberation I shall not regain.

At times I hear the voices of the ancestors!

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Sisters of Hope

Into the soil they have fallen,                           
by the evil claws of death they were stolen,
on our earth they are never to be forgotten, 
for through trials and tribulations they had risen.                                                                   

Daughters of our land, 
their efforts for freedom and equality as countless as the sand,
mothers of our nation,
women who lived a life filled with passion and devotion,
daughters of our land.                                                                 

Female warriors      
who fought against racial barriers;  Charlotte Maxeke;       
Helen Joseph;          
Lillian Ngoyi;             
women who fought against oppression,     
abafazi that stood up for the nation.                                  

Activists,
teachers,
leaders and mothers.                            

Sisters of hope,
Fearless,
with the courage of lions and nerves of steel,
pioneers of freedom, sisters of hope!


Our roots are speaking

Our roots are speaking,

Through our thick skins their voices are echoing,

For the remembrance of our origin they are pleading,

Deep within our souls their pain is penetrating,

For being uprooted they are crying,

We feel their pain whilst our hearts are bleeding,

Our roots are speaking.

Listen,

through the ears of my soul their painful melody I hear,

For the extinction of our culture and heritage they fear,

You linger around without direction,

You are hopeless because there is no motivation,

You live aimlessly because you lack passion,

If only you would listen,

Our roots carry a life long lesson.

Our roots are speaking,

Against modern civilisation they are campaigning,

Against false accents they are chanting,

Against moral decay the are debating,

Our roots are speaking!

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