Not by colour but by deeds
I spare not the rod to have my child trained
I speak not of hate
For the stillness of my soul
Lies within my values.
I may be a traveller
To the rest of the world
Black as black could be
I know not less of my traditions
I can jump like the Massai's in a strange land
For my culture is my Identity.
Show me your maidens
And I will show you
The daughters of my mother
The truer definition of moral
Whose bodies are carrier of my heritage.
Before night falls in Soweto
I may think of leaving for Lesotho
Not everywhere is home
But Africa is my home.
Nice one brother....
Thank you