Excerpt from the poem ‘My African Dream’
by Um’Khonde Habamenshi
I do not bring you any gold or any precious stones,
Only my poetry and my drums to sing your song.
But with my poetry and with my drums,
If you let me,
I will rebuild the ruins of your stolen life.
With my poetry and with my drums,
I will clean your wounds with healing waters
And rub your feet with scented oils.
I will carry you on my shoulders
Through the days when you are so tired,
You almost give up.
I will build you a monument
More beautiful than Ethiopian marble
And more precious than Tanzanite,
Black and blue like a moonless night.