Africa my beggining by Ingoapele Madingoane

They came from the west

Sailing to the east

With hatred and disease flowing

From their flesh

And a burden to harden our lives

They claimed to be friends

When they found us friendly

And when foreigner met foreigner

They fought for the reign

Exploiters of Africa

Africa my beginning

And Africa my ending

They asked Mugabe

Unataka nini hapa

Wewe mwenyewe

He said binadamu zote

Ni ndugu zake za Africa

Nimefika nirudishie

Nchi zazimbabwe

Mimi ni mwenyewe

In Africa my beginning

And Africa my ending

Suckers of my country

They laid their sponges

Flat on its soil and absorbed its resources

To fill their coffers

Agostinho had spoken in the language of poets

That they went away in multitudes

And forgot their hearts behind

But late is never a bad start in

Africa my beginning

And Africa my ending

No easy way to freedom

Ten lonely years black hopeful men

Food being their wish

Courage their pay

Until Africa was respected

For a leader had emerged

From the bush to Maputo

Viva frelimo

Africa my beginning

And Africa my ending

I remember ja toivo

Namibia is not lost

Nujoma is not idle he’d be coward if he was

You might as well know Germany

In no more in

Africa my beginning

And Africa my ending

Azania here I come from apartheid in tatters

in the land of sorrowfrom that marathon bondage

the sharpville massacrethe flames of Soweto

I was thereI will die there

In Africa my beginning

And Africa my ending

Lets do something



  1. robinhawkins · March 3, 2011

    Not badly written, unfortunate in it’s generalisations.


  2. jeanihess · March 3, 2011

    The spirit rises:)


  3. jeanihess · March 3, 2011

    Yes; I think it is more about emotion; about reaching out at a spiritual level than thought but could be a really great poem with a little work:))


  4. futuresoul · March 4, 2011

    jeanius- you are on it! @daaivark-dude, what is your problem? It’s good poetry, accept it and move on.


  5. Sunnyboy Nhlapho · September 24, 2012

    It was really ‘shit’ leaving under Apartheid. It was like being raped everyday without mercy. We were made to do things we can today not tell our kids. Anger ? Yes I still have. Lots of it. We would killed each other so bad just for a few people who were ‘twisted’.


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