I sought the journey of truth
My thoughts needed to produce new fruits
It was just a dream they say — for I was a youth
I was young and had the energy so journey began from the roots
Centuries before slavery
Africans were known for their bravery
We perfected Arts before shakespeare learnt poetry
But capitalism was not ours, so we never stole from our family tree
We cultivated a natural life
Stones were carved using the blades of knife
Nature was ours from morning till night
We lived in peace with our sons, daughters and wife
Suddenly, the Arabs came
They enslaved us in the name of trade
Forced us to change our ways
Now most of us have adopted their names
Then came the caucasian man
With all intentions of conquering the African man
They too came disguised to trade
Again we traded our names and became slaves
It seems trade is the devils red carpet
But instead of goods it is our people being sold as black market
Why Africa when there is five other continents
Beware what you plant in your garden — Time will come when you shall harvest
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