Exinxin

Iwo
exin ti n gun exin
Exinxin
You
rider who are a carrier
House-fly

You
horseman with a baby demon
On your shoulders
Listen :
This gate was built high enough
That you may ride your horse through
But the passenger on your shoulders
Will not be allowed in

A hypocrite may be an African
But he is not a wise man

One who curses the enemy
with his first breath
But will defend the enemy
with his last breath
And will defend
With his falling body
The seeds planted by the enemy
is not a wise man

A true man serves in the open
The one Word that is Africa
The hypocrite serves two masters
One openly the other secretly
So he will sing the praises
Of the daylight master
While he works in the dark
For the longevity of the hidden

May all good worksmen prosper
The strength of the arm
Is guided by the vision of the eye
I will not hold a nail in place
For the cross-eyed hammer wielder
I fear no division
Between where I am
And where the hypocrite stands

What is an African?
Discard your preconceptions
Before you seek a true definition

An African has one face
His father may have been a scot
But because he holds as first
The source of his mother
Because he knows the true value
Of what his mother gave to him
He will never object
To one who says Queen of all
Is the one First Mother

The wise African never invested
So much in the world of the 'white'
That he would fear
It's devaluation

A true man would step into the unknown
If that were his decision
With courage and total commitment
A true African serves in the open
The one Word that is Africa
A true African does not serve
two masters
One open the other
hidden.