THE AFRICAN MAN
Hmm i long for my culture
i yearn for my true self
i am scared of the unknown
yet its time to get married
am scared of the changes around
i wish it was still the olden days
when culture was embraced
embraced with passion unknown
when young men were girded
and young women molded
it was always a good ending
gone are those beautiful days
when a real African man
fought with lions and leopards
i pity myself as i watch him now
he fights with plastic cars
and plastic men in the name of
computer games..my skin freezes
i miss those days when
marriage was planned
you only had to wait for your man
your morals were watched
and your moves monitored
divorce was a vocabulary
what happened to culture
every time i see a man with studs
and he has his trousers down
with funny hairstyle
and funny dress code i am shaken
what happened to grooming
what happened to dressing
i cry for my dear soul
am scared of the extreme changes
the tunes of long ago
fresh in my mind everyday
when good music was good music
African instruments crowned it all
i still hear Oliver Mutsukudzi try
Miriam Makeba still hits
and many more African men
they kept the culture
and preserved their language
whats with the borrowed ones?
Its still a mystery for me
the African man,what changed?
Respect for women is no longer
respect for the child is no more
here comes cost sharing
i still uphold that
a man is the head of the home
where did women learn the 50/50
how many marriages survive
i miss the African man
he took his responsibilities
took care of his family
fed his children,sheltered
and also clothed them
when did the African woman
begin fighting the man
when did she begin
answering when he speaks
where did the African morals go?
Am afraid for the coming
it gets worse everyday
and not until we remember our
roots shall we describe what
love is and what lust is.....
Whenever people speak of love
i keep silent and laugh inside
no one wants to admit
that love is the result of
perseverance,patience,trust,faith
we still have a long way
real men fought in world wars
with spears not guns
they got wounded but fought on
real men went for food in forests
not packed meals in stores
and never came back empty
real men respected the elderly
and didn't fight back
and they were blessed to date
where did the African man go to?
i yearn for my true self
i am scared of the unknown
yet its time to get married
am scared of the changes around
i wish it was still the olden days
when culture was embraced
embraced with passion unknown
when young men were girded
and young women molded
it was always a good ending
gone are those beautiful days
when a real African man
fought with lions and leopards
i pity myself as i watch him now
he fights with plastic cars
and plastic men in the name of
computer games..my skin freezes
i miss those days when
marriage was planned
you only had to wait for your man
your morals were watched
and your moves monitored
divorce was a vocabulary
what happened to culture
every time i see a man with studs
and he has his trousers down
with funny hairstyle
and funny dress code i am shaken
what happened to grooming
what happened to dressing
i cry for my dear soul
am scared of the extreme changes
the tunes of long ago
fresh in my mind everyday
when good music was good music
African instruments crowned it all
i still hear Oliver Mutsukudzi try
Miriam Makeba still hits
and many more African men
they kept the culture
and preserved their language
whats with the borrowed ones?
Its still a mystery for me
the African man,what changed?
Respect for women is no longer
respect for the child is no more
here comes cost sharing
i still uphold that
a man is the head of the home
where did women learn the 50/50
how many marriages survive
i miss the African man
he took his responsibilities
took care of his family
fed his children,sheltered
and also clothed them
when did the African woman
begin fighting the man
when did she begin
answering when he speaks
where did the African morals go?
Am afraid for the coming
it gets worse everyday
and not until we remember our
roots shall we describe what
love is and what lust is.....
Whenever people speak of love
i keep silent and laugh inside
no one wants to admit
that love is the result of
perseverance,patience,trust,faith
we still have a long way
real men fought in world wars
with spears not guns
they got wounded but fought on
real men went for food in forests
not packed meals in stores
and never came back empty
real men respected the elderly
and didn't fight back
and they were blessed to date
where did the African man go to?
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