Is the African sun shining? Yes it has been shining Burning all of us underneath it It always reminded us of our skin That had burned black Our lips that had swollen And eyes that have receded back Hiding from the sun Only the heart remained untouched There were people who always wanted the heart The African heart remained bruised From deception and treachery Even the white man Opened the heart to find anything Extraordinary Transplanted it to a white man Only then that the African heart stopped And you my love Ask me how I am Am I still alive?
Am I really dead?
My mother in the next room Screams with pain Calls for her departed brother Her hurts are trapping the elusive heart Elsewhere children and mothers go mad at Darfur Run towards the sun to escape The flashing swords Yes my love I am still alive The African sun beats me again and again Asking me What have I done for you? What have I done for our people?
Before my heart is trapped too into Hurts Heart and hurts become one Something stops Something lingers for ever. The African sun beats on.
