Through Vangi-tinted glasses

Perspectives from an African

I want to speak to my children May 29, 2012

Filed under: Poems by Vangi — Vangi Gantsho @ 13:55

I want to speak to my children

Those who have been forced out of their homes in the middle of the night

and those who remain sleeping, warm, in comfortable beds

Those who walk barefoot towards uncertain futures

Those who have been swept under Exile’s carpet

I want to speak to the youth of 76

the children of Sierra Leone

the Lost Boys of Sudan

I want to hold each one of them in my arms

Whisper courage into their ears

Tell them that they will spark revolutions

Stand as a constant reminder of our need to repent

I want to assure them that God has not grown tired of them

That their homes, though broken, are not beyond repair

Come to me my little ones

My beautiful ones, come to me

Ours is the bond of mother and child

Deeply rooted in the Cradle of Humankind

Creation flows through our blood reaching far beyond the Sahara and the Kalahari

You, little Anathi’s and Adewale’s

Need to be told of the Nubian truth

of how the Kush decorated our homes

filled them with art and knowledge and architecture

and walls that were books

You need to know that you come from a people who spoke with stars

long before they were sold astrology

Bring me my children

Let them come and sit at my feet.  Ndizakubabalisela iintsomi

I want to tell them tales of magnificent battles where their fathers were heroes

Paint them a portrait of Isandlwana

Then take them to El Obeid and Sheykan

Then I want to journey with them to the beautiful forgotten land of Adwa

Where Menelik and Taitu won a colossal victory

against the dark forces of colonialism

I need my children to know that we have our own epic stories

That Ghandor is in Africa

That they are the lions’ historians

Lions who have left many scars of the face of the audacious hunt

And when my children sleep

I want my children to dream

I want them to dream of the courageous Yaa Asantewa

and the beautiful Queen Makeda

Dream of Kemet and Songhay and Timbuktu

of Nkruma and Nyerere and Lumumba

Then I want them to awake!

And to write!

I want my children to write for Gaddafi and the South Sudan

For Zimbabwe and the DRC

For the African Union and about the International Criminal Court

I want my children to tell our tales through fresh discerning eyes

To imagine and dream on our behalves.

Dream for yourselves then tell us what is to be

my young lion scribes

Call all my children to me

Tell them to come home

Tell them youth is purpose

Tell them to learn and to remember

That although history has already been told

They are the authors of our tomorrow

Rooted

Triumphant

Beautiful

As we have always been

 

By Vangile Gantsho ©

 

6 Responses to “I want to speak to my children”

  1. Buntu Says:

    This is a beautiful piece, I’m proud of you girl….I’m sure you nephew is as well seeing that he scored a special mention

  2. palesa-entle pulse makua Says:

    your work doesnt cease to amaze me,this is beautiful.

  3. Zethu Says:

    U are special Vangi. I come to read this poem often and eachtime it makes me weep!

  4. Hungiree Wilson Billawer Says:

    Hi this is a materpiece of a poem, truly speaking to those who love Afrika and its people…I myself also wrote a lot of poems on Afrika and hopefully we will share it soon…


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