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  MAMA Every time I wake up, its mama, Thank you for best gift ever, Gift of life, Many cry for years, to give the Gift, Few get the chance to give life, Thank you mama, thank you mama. A small fragile frail seed of life, It grew in your live box below your food belly, You told stories to me inside your womb, They thought you mama must be insane, Thank you mama, thank you mama. Finally I was brought to this space and met mama Earth, Where they call home, my first breath was met by a cry, Tears which will always come when mama is not around, Mama you did everything to me, always holding your plumpy bobs, Thank you mama, thank you mama. Mama I will always cherish you, But it was mama and Tata who made the seed , The seed which saw me grow to me, Earth, home has told me many lessons, The lesson of love planted by mama and papa is the best. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya  

I CAN'T BREATHE, MY HEART IS BLEEDING, THAT IS WHY AM SHOUTING, WHEN I SEE A HUMAN TAKE OUT LIFE OF ANOTHER, THAT'S WHY AM FARTING BECAUSE I CAN'T BREATH, IS YOUR SOUL COLOURED, WHY TAKE OTHER'S. I can't breathe, Because of my skin , why choke me with a knee, You did not choke my soul, my spirits will haunt you, You stand by the side to let him kill me, you FOOLS, I can't breathe, my spirits come down and haunt them! Am crying blood tears yes blood tears , can't breathe. Good people all over the planet let me Breathe, Not all people see color on me, see a soul, When on the wrong they care and I breathe, When making Love , your shadows have colour? When under sun ,moon your shadows have colour? We can all breathe, Live Life Loving all. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya  |

AFRICA All eyes look at her, All spears, arrows pointed at her, All fingers point at her, All what shows direction, Yes the explorers, they want to rape her. Your culture is very rich, Don’t spice your richness, Don’t put pepper in your soup, It will spoil the broth, Yes keep your culture to yourself. Don’t swallow vinegar, Don’t lose your virginity, Keep it for your husband, Your great grandmothers did, Yes your richness got retained. They came as preacher, explorers and inventors, They spoilt the minds of your sons, How horrible they raped her in face of you, Now the sons of her raping her, Yes she is crying you stop. Cry for preservation of culture, Cry of the oak, stop deforestation Cry of bribery, stop corruption, Cry of pollution, preserve your environment, Let’s all make it a better place to live. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya