Why do I feel so weak mama Africa?
I feel I am getting tired already,
I really want to make a change,
But my bones are weak,
I want to speak for you,
But my ability got diluted.

Oh mama!
I am trying but your children are no more yours,
They are serving another man's land in disguise,
Dressing like them,
Leaving us and living their ways of life.

And I look like a local dog,
practicing our culture.
If I put on our native dress on Monday,
I am being called illiterate,
They said I speak vernacular,
whenever I speak our language!

They have turned their backs against us,
Joining them to defeat us.
Woe to all of them,
Who keeps not their promises,
For they have pledged to us.

Your daughters now drink and smokes,
Put on lining underwears in public,
Their hairs now touches the ground,
After attaching colours of artificial hair.
And their nails look similar to that of the witch;
The one you told us about.

Your sons have changed their hairdo from ours,
Their hairs are now colourful,
Which makes them look bewitched.
They now wear torn trousers,
All in the name of fashion.

They forgot how you wrap your nudes,
They forgot the gèlè.
Our make up does not exist again!
You can not recognise them again,
For they now look like masquerades,
And crazy person.

They have really looks like those monsters.
They have been brainwashed,
And turned against us.
How will I...,
I can't rescue us without their help.

*Genius pen*
*B.O.T Ojiji*