rise Africa rise

i carved out the barks of the tree of life
made out of it sculptures of bleeding hearts
hoping this art will scream for voices unheard
rise Africa rise

i raced across the Virunga mountains
its volacanoes could not endure this agony
the soil mourned for every parted step
howling beasts reechoed the whisperings of the wild
rise Africa rise

i sailed a skiff through the Nile, Congo and Niger
these bodies of water burble and trickle
they carry with them the cries of distressed generations
rise Africa rise

the spirit drum bangs and throbs
acquatic life dance to the tribal tempos
these enslaved hearts are freed of their misery
their voices heard accross distant skies
rise Africa rise

Image by @rcupidore

be bold

be bold
rise
uphold your values

be one
unite
hymn to the slogans of liberation

be fearless
revolt
let the earth tremble
let the blood of the dead attest to your unheard cries
let this change be an epoch that’ll be etched on minds of those to come
let it ting, let it jar
let your selfless anthems make it to pages of history
let them know complaisance is not a word we ever agreed with
let your demands be chanted
let this bondage cease to end
let your hands veer minds into doing what is right

be invincible
impact
be a moutain of hope to those treading the path of disarry
let your guidance blaze their trails
let belief be restored to the hearts of the defiant

be a wave
impart
recite the bitter verses of this modern reality
let it reecho to the graves of souls departed
let it be known their fight was never in vain
their pain is rooted in our veins
and that we will not be veered off this lane

be just
at all times
let justice not be only a word seen on paper
“for true peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice”
let it resonate in our acts
let it be embodied in us, by us and for us

be loved
and love
let your heart overshine the sun’s radiance
let it be soft and embrace each other’s diversity
let it be as it is
for love conquers all

be bold
rise
uphold your values

be one
unite
and proclaim this struggle

—Salim Ubale

Image by Dreamstime Stock, Pinterest

I Am

 

I am the owner of the patched up trousers

I purchase my meal with the free vouchers

I eat the leftover food in the fancy restaurant

When they don’t let me in I move to the bin

I am the worker with the sun burnt skin

I am the man with the worn out flip flops

I am the dude with the sun dried lips

I sleep on an old mattress with a tattered sheet and when it rains my ceiling drips in excess too

I wear my socks with its rat eaten holes

I am the worker who cannot write his name

I am the one they point fingers at and sometimes they say —whaaat a shame

I am the husband with the bedridden wife

I have a wallet that has zilch in it

And when I have 2 coins I don’t forget to split

That’s the way it is I have to strive

And may be one day I could thrive

Yet, I smile when you look at me

And I end my day with a sip of tea

This hardship is what I chose

Don’t judge me until you learn to walk in my shoes.