Hello our dear one,
Hello our dear Ruhanga,
Hello our dear Mungu,
Hello our dear Chiukwu,
Hello our dear Onyakopon,
Hello our dear Unkulukulu,
Hello our dear Wakwa,
Hello the artisan of our lives!

Just as usual it's us again!
We the grandchildren of Alkebubulan,
We the lovers of hospitality and harmony,
We the innocent souls of the blacks!
The ones you genuinely gave sole rights
over the flora, fauna and every other thing across the land of the lake Nalubaale and the Nile river.

We have for long lived by natural principles,
and have actually tried our level best.
Here we are! Here we are!
Here we are! ... however, badly in need
of your Devine intervention.

Some time back we gave in for foreign
means of praising you for your grace,
hoping for better from them but
unfortunately what we have reaped isn't
what we sowed in generosity,
and so we feel like we have been betrayed, but wish you will forgive us for our recklessness.

As we went on to crave for and practice
their beliefs and rituals we not only forgot our own but also lost our unity and identity,
we lost our capacity to recognize
that they were a green snake in green grass, and only looked at them as our fellow brothers and sisters in You,
and shortly after that we could hardly creep away from their poisonous fangs.

Slowly by slowly we started losing our own land and resources to their Kings,
we ourselves started being sold to their noblemen to provide them with free and harsh labour,
we started losing innocent lives of our patriotic
Kings who tried resistance, and actually of recent they have just returned the tooth of our departed brother from Congo, following a long period of confiscating it after they had killed him.

Even our languages are no more,
and these days we only use theirs in our own offices and institutions!!!
Our art and drama is no more,
and these days we only appreciate and buy theirs and disregard our own!!!
Our heart of compassion is long gone,
and these days we no longer even have the concept of brother and sister amongst ourselves.

What have these foreign practices even
helped us for sure?
Except fueling growth of all
the above evils in in the hearts
of our innocent children?

Should we even continue believing and
practicing them?
Should we keep this belief that you even had a child?
Should we keep this belief that we AFRICANS were nothing else but a dark continent?
And that where's they were
holy we were wicked?

Because we happened to accept such hell to our motherland we feel guilty about ourselves,
so please accept our apologies and grant us undying success in praising and worshipping you in our own way,
and in so doing we shall manage
to regain our own identity and reputation before you.
Taremwa Asaph@The Reformer
Reference: Encyclopedia Of African Religion ©2009 by Sage Publications.

Dedicated with love(💖)
to The souls of the Blacks

© taremwa