The people of Africa,
We have suffered many a phobia;
And now, xenophobia
How come such woe has to you betide?
Your brothers heard your cries in the dark days of apartheid
And fought with voice and pen
We prayed the wind the blow away your dark days
And when the sun did shine upon you
We sang the praises of Mandela too
But the dark days have returned
Only darker has it your hearts turned
You have brought the darkness upon your brothers
The same lot who wished for the sovereignty of your borders
What have we done wrong?
How have we looked so much like pigs
Fit for the carving knife?
How did we bring upon us, this strife?
I know you will tell us our wrongs in time
But that might be after the slime,
Of our spilled blood have dried upon your paved streets
After you have scorned the dreams,
Of all who dreamt of a united Africa:
I know you have your reasons
But is this the season
To act the savage?
Shouldn’t we talk of philia?
Doesn’t the word sound better?
Shouldn’t we have a taste of xenophilia?
And all that would make a brother
Forever wish to stand by you and sing ‘kumba ya’?
We are Africans
We are not black savages
We don’t live on trees
We don’t kill each other over territorial squabbles
We are one
We believe in ‘ubuntu’.
Say NO To Xenophobia