By Great soul, that opened to the universe
to see differently,
symbolically.
Great hands, that unfolded to the universe
to write differently,
to change our world.
Great mind, that unfurled to the world
to interpret life
beautifully with his pen.
Ngugi Wa Thiong’o…
Sail on in the rivers of ink,
in the land of Africa’s ancestors.
And your maker…
Ngugi Wa Thiong’o
Tell them we are no longer children.
Tell them Africa is no longer weeping.
Tell our ancestors that we are now crying…
Dying, for we have no more grain of wheat.
All our gardens are filled with petals of blood.
Our people are colonizing our minds yet again,
and the devil has seized the cross of our lives.
Wizard of the Crow spreads his ominous wings still.
Ngugi Wa Thiong’o…
Sail on in the rivers of ink,
in the land of Africa’s ancestors.
And your maker…
