Wewe Ninani?

Wewe Ni nani?

I am the ash of my ancestors,

The pieces of gray thoughts,

Stored in caves hanging on rock,

Neighbored by waters.





Wewe Ni nani?

I am the lost tribe,

Unplugged from the exodus,

Of my barbarian genesis

Divided by 19th Century Industrialization

Adopted for railways and farms- working

Baptized with a name new,

Edwin, "the black solid Lou East of Africa,

Son of my Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mother

Held by chains on neck and legs

Slaves to the Masters' cooked systems

Enhanced by pale ideologies.



Wewe Ninani?

I am informed,

Decorated with qualifications and skills

Speak English better than my Native tongue

I am taught to improve self

Capitalism with the doctrine of prosperity for I

Dreaming of this Utopia

Whose policies favor those at the top of the structure?

And the equality that is equal to only their need

It is the language that unites i

Thus you see the long pointed nose in every arena of influence

Perhaps the less privileged are less humane

They call me "educated"

Yet I see the oppression of this pedagogy.



Wewe Ni nani?

I am the sperm that fertilized the ovum

Graduated from the meek lonely zygote to fetus

Popped out as a son laughing for oxygen

Shocked and entrained with unfamiliarity’s

Of the world I yet to belong

Through Pampering and diapers nursing,

A parasite suckling and clinging to the nipple of life

Yearning for more and more on end,

To the old prince I am.

Masculine tight hard skin

The weights of generations hang below my high lands

Encroached between the forks of speed,

Traversing the pages to the desire of my seeds

That is me, the man under the eyes of a microscope



Haswa Wewe Ni nani?

I am freedom the voice that speaks

Africa the hand that writes

I am no slave

Simply an artist

That paints with words