POJEDI TU ŽABU

Pojedi tu žabu i postani uspješan
Oh, nikada te neće povrijediti

Oh, braćo i sestre
pojedite tu žabu, imaćete mir, slobodu i polet
nakon što je pojedete

Oh, mudri ljudi i žene
Sveznajući ljudi ovog svijeta! Uspješni su oni koji jedu žabe i prate svoje snove.

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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EAT THAT FROG

Eat that frog and be successful
Oh it will never hurt you

Oh my brothers and sisters
eat that frog, you will have peace, liberty and freedom
after eating that

Oh wise men and women
people who are fill with knowledge in this world ! successful are types that eat frog and fellow their dreams

Am by the name of Abednego majok
from south Sudan
Age 27
my profession is football Referees also looking forward to add to be call lawyer in some few years
am still a student go to university
I like music mostly Gospel song , sport, reading, writing,
most unusual thing about me am man of few words work hard in my life to change.

the main problem of peace my country is what we call brothership what I mean here is that in my country people are selfish to work unity of the people
lack of good education system in my country
my solution on the problem
is to educate people of my country about what is call humanity love
to educate youth on how to change negative thinking about learn how to read and write
poetry is short but open your mind

No book

YES

King ToRoDo

VJEČNA

Dopusti mi da ti kažem
Ljubavi, dopusti da ti pišem

Znam voljeti
Ali volio sam tebe više
Znam čuvati
Ali dao sam ti sve
Bio sam uznemiren, ali tvojim rukama
Smiren sam
Bio sam jako sretan, ali tek s tobom je to pravi temelj sreće

Mislio sam da znam sve o ljubavi
A onda se s tobom desilo sve suprotno od mojih ranijih avantura
One su bile centar mog života, ti si došla kao raskrsnica
Pokupila sve krhotine, izliječila moje rane
One su bile zvijezde koje su me spriječile da vidim Mjesec u plavetnilu
Ti si Sunce koje obasjava moj život i sve oko mene

Izgledale su lijepo
Ali ti me izluđuješ
Govorile su da me vole
Ali ti pokazuješ da me voliš
Davala su mi obećanja
A ti si mi dala sve svoje lozinke
Prihvatale su moje slabosti
A ti si govorila: hajde da ih se riješimo

Pa ako si u mojim očima bila tako lijepa
Kako sam iz riječi prihvatio biti nevjeran
Kad bi, da nisam, naša priča postala čudo
Jer samo ti si bila prava

Da, danas si u mojim očima najljepša
Voliš me i vjerna si mi
Naša će priča postati čudo
I bit će ništa do samo vječna

Čak i ako je ova priča tek počela
Počeli smo je zajedno,
Čak i ako je vrlo rano sanjati,
Dušo, kao i ti, ciljam na vječnost
Čak i ako je ludo ponovno biti ludo zaljubljen
Nije me briga jer nije zabranjeno željeti ponovno biti sretan.
Čak i ako sam plakao zbog njih, samo zbog tebe se smiješim glupo
Sudbina se uvijek nasmiješi dobrim momcima

Čak i kad bi mi neka od njih postala sve, opet si tu da mi uzmeš sve.
Čak i da zavolim njen miris, već živim od tvoga mirisa
Iako su njene usne bile mekše,
Tvoje su med koji sisam.

Iako su njihove ruke bile tu kad sam ih trebao,
Ti si uvijek bila tu čak i kad te ne trebam.
Iako sam volio čuti njihov glas
Tvoj je čista melodija
Iako je njihovo malo srce bilo otvoreno prema meni,
Moje sada živi u tebi

Pa ako si u mojim očima bila tako lijepa
Kako sam iz riječi prihvatio biti nevjeran
Kad bi, da nisam, naša priča postala čudo
Jer samo ti si bila prava

Da, danas si u mojim očima najljepša
Voliš me i vjerna si mi
Naša će priča postati čudo
I bit će ništa do samo vječna

Pa bilo da pada kiša ili da konačno doživimo snijeg
Bit ću ti vjeran da ti uvijek bude milo
Reći ću ti da te volim hiljadu puta
Ne, pokazat ću ti da te volim bez brojanja
Zajedno ćemo posjetiti sedmo nebo
Mnogo puta, do vječnosti
Nećemo čekati raj da dođe po nas
Već odavde ćeš imati mekoću mojih ruku

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo-Dabetić
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Éternel

Laisse moi te dire
Amour laisse moi t’écrire

Je sais aimer
Mais toi, je t’ai plus aimé
Je sais donner
Mais toi je t’ai tout donné
J’étais dans des bras, mais tes bras
Sont plus apaisants
J’étais bien content mais avec toi c’est le bon fondement

Je croyais tout connaître de l’amour
Et avec toi, c’est le contraire de toutes mes aventures
Elle était le centre de ma vie, tu es venue au carrefour
Ramasser tous les débris, soigner toutes mes blessures
Elle était l’étoile qui m’empêchait de voir la lune dans l’azur
Toi le soleil qui éclaire ma vie ainsi que tout ce qui m’entoure

Elle faisait la jolie
Toi tu me fais des folies
Elle disait qu’elle m’aime
Toi tu montres que tu m’aime
Elle m’a fait des promesses
Tu m’a donné ton mots de passe
Elle a accepté mes faiblesses
Tu m’a dit viens on s’en débarrasse

Alors si à mes yeux elle était si belle
De mes propos j’accepte d’être infidèle
Si notre histoire était une merveille
Celle-ci sera juste réelle

Oui aujourd’hui à mes yeux tu es la plus belle
Toi tu m’aime et tu m’est fidèle
Si elle, notre histoire était une merveille
Celle-ci sera juste éternelle

Même si c’est une histoire qui viens de commencer
Moi déjà je me suis lancé ,
Même si c’est très tôt de rêver,
Bébé tout comme toi, je vise l’éternité
Même si c’est fou d’être à nouveau fou amoureux
Je m’en fou car ce n’est pas interdit de vouloir être à nouveau heureux.
Même si j’ai pleuré pour elle, pour toi je souris bêtement
Le destin sourit toujours aux gentils bâtants

Même si elle était tout pour moi, toi tu es là pour encaisser tout de moi.
Même si j’aimais son odeur, toi je vis de ton odeur
Même si ces lèvres étaient douces,
Toi c’est le miel de ta salive que je suce.

Même si ses bras étaient là quand j’en avais besoins,
Toi tu es toujours là même quand j’en est pas besoin.
Même si j’aimais entendre sa voix
La tienne est une pure mélodie
Même si son petit cœur était ouvert à moi,
Maintenant c’est dans le tien que je vie

Alors si à mes yeux elle était si belle
De mes propos j’accepte d’être infidèle
Si notre histoire était une merveille
Celle-ci sera juste réelle

Oui aujourd’hui à mes yeux tu es la plus belle
Toi tu m’aime et tu m’est fidèle
Si elle, notre histoire était une merveille
Celle-ci sera juste éternelle

Alors que ça pleut ou qu’on connaisse enfin la neige
Je te serais fidèle pour que tu soit toujours à l’aise
Je te dirais je t’aime des milliers de fois
Non je te montrerai je t’aime sans compter le nombre de fois.
Ensemble on visitera le 7e ciel
Autant de fois, jusqu’à l’éternel.
On attendra pas le paradis d’au-delà
D’ici tu aura la douceur de mes bras.

Je suis passionné de la poésie depuis mon enfance et dans mon pays le Sénégal

Oui la Poésie participe beaucoup à paix de mon pays car depuis notre premier président qui était poésie, on utilise la plume et les mots pour réconcilier nos peuples et créer le vivre ensemble dans notre pays

1. Recueil de poèmes, les murmures d’une âme fertile (2022)

YES

Drago dijete moje budućnosti (Montenegrin)

Drago dijete moje budućnosti,
nestrpljiva sam da te upoznam:
da ti pričam o mjestima iz kojih ćeš se roditi,
o duhovima koji će prebivati u tvojim venama,
o istoriji koju ćeš nositi u svom biću,
o pričama koje počivaće ti na dlanovima,
koje će teći kroz tvoje prste
i preplitati se sa budućnošću koju ćeš stvarati.
Oblikuj, piši i stvaraj onime što ti ostavljamo.

Drago dijete moje budućnosti:
mnogi jesu i pokušaće ti pričati o ovom kraju,
o mjestima iz kojih ćeš se roditi
i, kada to činimo,
nemoj zaboraviti slušati ono što već jeste u tebi.

Kada ti pričamo o bubnjevima
koji su nam budili duše iz poraženih snova
i vodili nas u mnoge vrste bitaka,
nemoj zaboraviti srčani ritam svog pradjeda:
stalni podsjetnik na zvuk njegovih koraka na tabanima tvojih stopala
koja odmaraju i još uvijek kucaju tamo, tako da nikada nećeš poći u bitku sam.

Kada ti pričamo o zori civilizacije, bibliotekama, piramidama
i Velikom Kraljevstvu Kush:
nemoj zaboraviti da nisu bili potrebni ni kruna ni institucije
da tvoji hvalospjevi postanu knjiga istorije,
da zvijezde postanu karte i proroci;
da tvoja baka nahrani čitavu zajednicu
iz onoga što se činilo samo sjemenom, pričom i molitvom
sve dok njena veličina i malo pomoći odozgo nisu to pretvorili u život.
Kada ti govore o zemljama trećeg svijeta,
nemoj zaboraviti ko je prvi govorio o beskrajnim svjetovima:
ko je znao iz sna, lastavica, suše, pjesme kitova, koze ili pčele
da samo jedan svijet, jedna stvarnost nikada ne bi mogla obuhvatiti prostranstvo ovog života
i sve svjetove koji žive i dišu izvan toga.

Dijete moje budućnosti,
mnogi će pokušati pričati ti o ovom kraju,
o mjestima iz kojih ćeš se roditi
i, kada to činimo,
nemoj zaboraviti slušati ono što već jeste u tebi.
Slušaj pjesme koje odzvanjaju noću,
dok vode duše sigurno prema rodnom kraju, ali nas drže među živima
prije nego što nas zažudjela tuga tamo otprati.
Slušaj glasove tih tetki koje govore i smiju se najglasnije
kako bi se postarale da znaš da su još uvijek ovdje!
Sjećaćeš se njih dugo nakon što odu.

Ako ikada ugrizeš jezik i osjetiš metal u krvi,
sjeti se zveckanja limenki na ulici koje još uvijek tamo prebivaju,
zvuka djece dok stvaraju ritmove iz dosade
igrajući se dok riječ prestane postojati za njih.
Sjeti se gipkih jezika svog naroda
koji su uspjeli uzeti strane i tuđe riječi donesene na brodovima;
ukrasiti ih fonetikom, značenjima i tonom koji su podsjećali na dom
da bi te riječi pretvorili u jezik sopstvenog naroda.
Slušaj kada putuješ ovim kontinentom i pronađeš tragove svog maternjeg jezika
rasute u neočekivanim ustima, grlu i stiscima ruku,
domaćinima sa licima poput tvog oca, sestre, strica, komšije.

Sjeti se svega toga i mnogo čega još
što se ne može uklopiti samo u jednu pjesmu.

Drago dijete moje budućnosti,
nestrpljiva sam da te upoznam:
da ti pričam o Africi iz koje ćeš se roditi,
o duhovima koji će prebivati u tvojim venama,
o istoriji koju ćeš nositi u svom biću,
o pričama koje počivaće ti na dlanovima,
koje će teći kroz tvoje prste
i preplitati se sa budućnošću koju ćeš stvarati.
Oblikuj, piši i stvaraj onime što ti ostavljamo.

Molitvo moja
u svojoj slavi, bolu, revoluciji, sramoti i iskupljenju,
neka ono što ti ostavimo
bude predivno. Budi predivno, budi predivno…

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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DEAR CHILD OF MY FUTURE (English)
Dear child of my future
I cannot wait to meet you
To tell you about all the places you will be born from
About the spirits residing in your veins
The histories carried in your being
The stories resting in your palms
That will flow through your fingertips
And intermingle with the future you create
Carve, write and mould with what we have left for you.

Dear child of my future
Many have and will try to tell you about this land
To tell you about the places you will be born from
And when we do
Do not forget to also listen to what already is in you

When we tell you about the drums
that awakened our souls from defeated slumbers
And led us into many a kind of battle
Do not forget your great-grandfather’s heartbeat,
a constant reminder of the sound of his footsteps on the soles of your feet
Resting and still beating there, so you may never walk into battle alone

When we tell you about the dawn of civilization, libraries, pyramids
and the Great Kingdom of Kush
Do not forget there were no crowns or institutions necessary
For your praise names to become a history book
For the stars to become roadmaps and diviners
For your grandmother to feed an entire community
from what seemed to be just a seed, a story and a prayer
Until her greatness and some help from Above turned it into life
When they tell you about third world countries
Do not forget who spoke about infinite worlds first
Who knew from a dream, swallows, a drought, the song of whales, a goat or a bee
That just one world, one reality could never encompass the expanse of this life
And all the realms that live and breathe beyond it

Child of my future
Many have and will try to tell you about this land
To tell you about the places that you will be born from
And when we do
Do not forget to also listen to what already is in you.
To songs ringing out through the night
Guiding spirits safely to their ancestral home, yet holding us in the land of the living
Before our longing grief follows them there.
Listen to the voices of those aunts who speak and laugh the loudest
Making sure you know that even after everything, they are still here!
And you will remember them long after they have gone

If ever you bite your tongue and taste metal in the blood
Recall the clanging of tin cans on the street that still reside there
The sounds of children making rhythms out of boredom
Playing until the word ceases to exist to them.
Remember to listen to the flexible tongues of your people
Who managed to take strange and foreign words carried to them on ships
Decorate them with phonics, meanings and a tone that felt like home
To turn those words into a language of their very own
Listen when you travel through this continent and find traces of your mother tongue
Scattered in unexpected mouths, throats and handshakes
Home to people with faces like your father, your sister, your uncle, his neighbour.

Remember all this and so much more
That I alone cannot fit into just one poem

Dear child of my future
I cannot wait to meet you
To tell you about the Africa you will be born from
About the spirits residing in your veins
The histories carried in your being
The stories resting in your palms
That will flow through your fingertips
And intermingle with the future you create
Carve, write and mould with what we have left behind for you

My prayer
In all its glory, sorrow, revolution, shame and redemption
May what we leave behind for you
Be beautiful, be beautiful, be beautiful

I took my first steps on stage while my mother was performing and the family joke is that this must have been the prophetic moment that the arts would always call to me. I continue to feel like I’m taking my first steps as I embrace the interdisciplinary spaces that allow me to merge my theatre background with performance poetry, the written word and storytelling as I also am invited into spaces to collaborate with dancers and filmmakers. It is a joy to expand in these ways while also holding on to the legacies my culture and artistic family have passed down to me. As a child of two countries, South Africa and Germany, the ocean is my place of joy and breath – it connects me to both my lands as an in between space that allows me to feel at home and pant my roots in the water.

The inequalities that we have inherited from our past have for a large part been swept under the carpet and the result is anger that has finally boiled over in many of our people. The exhaustion and desperation means that so much anger manifests itself in violence, robbing especially our children and women of their safety. My favourite poetry quote says “This is poetry as illumination, for it is through poetry that we give name to those ideas which – are until the poem – nameless and formless, about to be birthed, but already felt” – Audre Lorde. Pain can often take time to articulate and I believe that it is through poetry that we can give and reclaim language to identify the wounds that still need cleaning and caring for. Through extended the poetic form into more art forms, it can become increasing accessible and stir up conversation and instigate action from our most primal spaces – the depth of our bellies, the parts of us that insist we cannot be still in the face of pain and injustice.

YES

U tkanju mog postojanja, nalazi se
bogata kultura koja um mi hrani.
Iz zemlje mojih predaka, tako očigledno,
moj identitet blista, neiskazan, sjajni.

Moja kultura, institucija što nosi
tradicije koje ne mogu poreći.
Od sjajnih festivala koji zavrte mi dušu,
do drevnih praksi koje me čine nepodijeljenim.

U taktu našeg tradicionalnog plesa,
preplavljen sam vječnim transom.
Bubnjevi, poput snažnog otkucaja srca,
odjekuju pred ponosnim promatračima dušom.

Kroz ukusne obroke naše kuhinje,
osjećam esenciju značenja porijekla.
Od mirisnih začina koje mi čita jezik,
do recepata koji se prenose od djetinjstva.

Jezik, put je koji nas sve povezuje,
kroz svaku se riječ priča odražava.
Pucaju emocije, priče neispričane,
moj identitet, u svojoj se klauzuli čuva.

Priča o herojima i legendama ponosa,
blago puno mudrosti, željno da se izgovori.
Kroz mitove i legende koje smo imali,
moja kultura, izvan mašte, tajnama žubori.

Odjeća je ukrašena simbolima,
nosimo svoje nasljeđe tako dostojanstveno, božanski.
Svaki komad tkani sa starim pričama,
ušiven simbolima samopouzdanja i hrabrosti.

Kultura i identitet, zauvijek su zagrljeni,
tapiserija raznih boja, istorija dobro čuvana.
Prihvatanje korijena, uživanje u prošlosti,
putovanje me oblikuje i priprema
da se suočim sa svijetom okićen ukrasima.

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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In the drapery of my existence, there exists
A rich culture that foster my mind.
From the land of my ancestors, so apparent,
My identity glows, radiant and untold.

My culture, an institution that
Carries traditions that I can’t deny.
From dazzling festivals that turn my soul,
To ancient practice that help me stay undivided.

In the tune of our traditional dance,
I feel overwhelmed to an everlasting trance.
The beats of the drums, like a heartbeat strong,
Echoing the spirits of proud beholders.

Through the taste of our savory cuisine,
I smell the essence of what my background mean.
From fragrant spices that read on my tongue,
To recipes passed through since we were young.

Language, the route that connects us all,
In every word, a story begins to sustain.
Cracking emotions, stories untold,
My identity, in its clausula, is behold.

The story of heroes and legends of pride,
A treasure full of wisdom, craving to be told.
Through the myths and legends that we had,
My culture whispers secrets, beyond imagination.

Attires adorned with signs and symbols,
We wear our heritage so dignified, divine.
Each piece woven with stories of old,
Stitched with symbols of brave and confidence.

My culture, my identity, forever harnessed,
A tapestry of colors, history well cherished.
Embracing my roots, enjoying the past,
A journey that shapes and prepares me
To face the world highly adorned

Abubakar Abdullahi Yusuf (Popularly known as Abu Ammar) was born in a family where education in it’s entirety, is less rooted or has not been graciously appreciated, to the glory of God almighty, he got enrolled in Public Schools for his Primary, Secondary and Tertiary Education.

Ever since his childhood, his dream was to see him imparting on others educationally, so Abu Ammar grows up as a classroom teacher, he teaches Civic Education and Hausa Language.

As a graduate of Religious studies, Abu Ammar was able to swim in to the area of Literature and has done well throughout his journey in the area. His journey into Literature started in 2021 with a participation in Prose Competition where he emerged winner at the level of Northeastern States of Nigeria.

To his credit, are number of awards for Poetry and Prose from Global Poetry Forum, All Poets Network International and the famous Association of the Nigeria Authors.

After realizing the beauty of literature, he went ahead and established a literary organisation called Ngazargamu Literary Club basing in Damaturu, the state capital of Yobe.

To his credit, is a manuscript titled “the soul Journey ”.

Intolerance and Lack of proper justice dispensation.

In Nigeria, our main problem of peace is either religious conflict or agitation for one or another issue that has relevant with justice dispensation from the leaders.

To me, the very possible way to preserve peace with Poetry is by establishing as much as many clubs and hubs that will bring in citizens into the mainland of Arts and Creativity.

Like I said above, we’ve succeeded in establishing our own club which is now serving as umbrella for all and sundry irrespective of religion, gender or race for one to express himself and have the therapy that’s in literature.

YES

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?
Zar se ne bih isticala
među tronom
generacije, sjajna i hrabra,
ponosna što sam div
Afrike?

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?
Zar ne bih trebala samopouzdano
govoriti o raznovrsnim jezicima
i divnim kulturama?

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?
Zar nisam ta da spremno potonem
u mudrost istorije
naših predaka koji su
se marljivo znali boriti
za slobodu našeg kraljevstva?

Da! Ja sam ta Nigerijka
koja je blagoslovena
krilima super orla,
što nosi oklop pravde
Ja sam ta vizionarska Nigerijka
koja simbolizuje jedinstvo
i zrači vjerom,
mirom i napretkom.

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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Name : Abbah Justina
Country : Nigeria

Topic :What if I am a Nigerian?

What if I am a Nigerian
Would I not stand out
Among the throne of
my peer, bright and bold,
Proud that I am a giant
of Africa?

What if I am a Nigerian
Should I not confidently
Speak our diverse languages
And it’s wonderful cultures?

What if I am a Nigerian
Am I not to willingly sink
Into the wisdom of history
Of our forefathers who
Diligently fought for the
Freedom of our kingdom?

Yes! I am that Nigerian
Who is blessed with
The wings of super Eagle ,
Bearing armour of justice
I am that visionary Nigerian
Who symbolises unity
And radiates faith
,peace and progress.

19/10/2023

Sometimes I like quite time alone, I love writing, reciting pones, I love singing and I also like traveling too. Currently searching for a job. I see myself as a Rose

Corruption
—————–

In the city
Where the
stars are
not allowed
to shine,
All there is
darkness.

In a sphere
Where the
Warmth from
the golden sun
Is snatched,
All that’s left
is stone cold.

In the land
Where the
moon is not
watchful,
Everything
becomes
insecure.

In a nation
Where leaders
have sold their
sympathies,
Followers will
Rise and stand
For themselves
On forceful ground.

Reformation is the
song of today
Humming bring back
the justice of yesterday
To safeguard our tomorrow.

Love for humanity
Will heal the society
And rebuild her integrity.

@justina

Co-authorhttps://static1.squarespace.com/static/5f91fef8b0d4490021b637f5/t/64245091dddca67603557000/1680101521961/Edited+work+of+Speaking+Truth+to+power+anthology.pdf

Co- https://www.amazon.com/Fables-poems-Favole-poesie-Italian/dp/3753125423/ref=mp_s_a_1_12?dchild=1&keywords=marco+marengo&qid=1608306116&sr=8-12

Co- author of Hera The Light of Women
http://www.heracity.org/

YES

ODJECI AFRIKE

Afriko, ustani
Uspravi se iz pepela tlačenja
Otpusti plemenske granice
Lanac tvog uma
Njeguj ljubaznost i dobrotu
Teži živom oslobođenju
Nema više ropstva i kaveza
Afriko, ustani, ti si slobodna

Jedan je gospodar
Drugi je sluga
U slavama civilizacije
O našoj sudbini smo saznali
U potrazi za slobodom
Živjesmo sa inferiornim kompleksom
Ustali smo da bismo se za prava borili

Crni čovjek i njegova duša
Jači su i obnovljeni
Mphambe vodi na moćnom putu
Tako dugo na dugom putu
Vrijeme otkuca do prelijepog krvavog izlaska sunca
Nova je zora

Ustani, kažem, Afriko, ustani
Drijemež je dugo trajao
Kairo do Vindhuka
Harare do Niamey
Lilongve do Tripolija
Nema suza da teku niz obraze
Put je ovdje
Čist za paradu vječne slobode

Afriko, ustani, kažem, Afriko, ustani

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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ECHOES FROM AFRICA

Africa rise
Rise from the ashes of oppression
Loose the tribal borders
The chains in your minds
Cultivate courtesy and kindness
Pursue living liberation
No more enslaved and caged
You are free Africa rise

One a master
The other a servant
In the glories of civilization
We learned of our plight
In the quest to be free
Living with an inferiority complex
We rose to fight for every right

Blackman and his soul
Stronger and revived
Mphambe leading the mighty way
For so long on a long way
Time ticked to a beautiful bloody sunrise
A new dawn

Rise i say Africa rise
The slumber is long overdue
Cairo to Windhoek
Harare to Niamey
Lilongwe to Tripoli
No tear drops running on your cheeks
The way is here
Clear for a parade of eternal freedom

Africa Rise I Say Africa Rise

Apatsa PSALMz, real Samson Apatsa Banda is a 33 year old poet, currently working as a primary school teacher and also a fourth year student studying at Nkhoma University in the capital of Malawi, Lilongwe. My hobbies include writing, playing football and listening to all kinds of music. I have a twin brother who is also an artist and am also involved in music with Divine Muzik Team, a Christian rap group.

I think here we can talk of tribalism and political affiliations. With about 100 ethnic groups, Malawi tends to be divided over strongholds of political influence and nepotism. I believe the country needs to put in place more viable sensitization and civic education procedures to educate the masses on how we all can live together in harmony and ensure merit is the key to securing opportunities for jobs and education.

YES