The battle is in the mind!
Oh! Ndjambi Karunga ndjipo masa!
Mbi ruire Africa
Ndjipo masa mbi kare neho etue
Ndjipo ndjerera
Ndjipo mutimo mure
Ndjipo majuva omare
Ndjipo mutima omutue
Give me strength to see beyond
Give me strength to defend Africa
Give me strength to be the corner stone.
Omumbanderu Cultural activist, student of African history, pan-Africanist, teacher (of Design and Technology, and Guidance and Counseling/Life Skills. He likes writing poetry especially on relationships and Pan-Africanism.
Meet me at the river
You will find me waiting
I will hold a water Lillie for you
Meet me at the river
We shall listen to the music from the birds
They will sing our song froms from generations past
They will sing songs of love and hope
Meet me at the river
We will get lost in our presence
We will talk about nothing
We will talk in our silence
Meet me at the river
I have reserved a special place on my chest for you
I have reserved a space close to my hear for you
Come and claim it
Meet me at the river
Where oir problems will be absent
Where life will be confirmed
Where all things will be possible
Meet me at the river
And teach me songs of love
Sing songs of hope
Sing the future
Sing songs of freedom
Like the birds of the wild
Meet me at the river
Omumbanderu Cultural activist, student of African history, pan-Africanist, teacher (of Design and Technology, and Guidance and Counseling/Life Skills. He likes writing poetry especially on relationships and Pan-Africanism.
Faces musked?
Faces dipped in diabolic substances
The Godly afrikan melamine clinically wiped
Chemically modified faces
All in the name of beauty
Afrikan beauty re-defined
Sold in the eyes of the white devil
Forced to reject our Godly given complection
What happened to our sisters?
"We have been took"
Why reject our humanity?
How do you walk with your head up?
With faces chemically modified, Wigwearing/fake hair wearing sister?
Zombie looking?
African Queen?
No!
Bring back my African Queens
Allow them to reclaim their glory
Ancient glory is yours
Now!
Omumbanderu Cultural activist, student of African history, pan-Africanist, teacher (of Design and Technology, and Guidance and Counseling/Life Skills. He likes writing poetry especially on relationships and Pan-Africanism.
In the Eye of the Hurricane
Confused and focused
Thirsty and hungry for work
Stuck in the mud of lack
Hoping for luck
Hope fading into the distance
Signs of sinking
Like stepping on quicksand
Trapped in self made cages
Impossible impossed onto my mind
The credden credence
Correspondence from myself
Correlated by self-doubts
The manace managed by self pity.
Omumbanderu Cultural activist, student of African history, pan-Africanist, teacher (of Design and Technology, and Guidance and Counseling/Life Skills. He likes writing poetry especially on relationships and Pan-Africanism.
My obituary announced when alive
Stories of celebration going on
Created by the prophets of doom
Prophecising as if inspired by Ndjambi
Enestly and energetically pronnounced
I am alive
Protected under the wings of my God
Who are they to announce my death?
Who are they to be gods?
Who gave them the power to be gods?
My time is appointed
My laggage has an expiry date
My victory is now
Oh! Ndjambi Karunga
Oh! The acentral spirits of our forebears
Guide me into the promised land
Guide me to my roots
Guide me to my consciousness
For our land is gone
Our spirits are gone
Oh! Ndjambi
Omumbanderu Cultural activist, student of African history, pan-Africanist, teacher (of Design and Technology, and Guidance and Counseling/Life Skills. He likes writing poetry especially on relationships and Pan-Africanism.
Push on African Son
Your victory is near
In the maze of challenges
Victory is certain.
In the hopeless situation
Hope is the only candle left
Action is the train to victory
Victory is certain.
What positive can come from a negative eye?
Sieve the building materials African son
Know the tongue that builds
Your victory is near
Keep your eye
Hope for the best
For what is better than hope?
Hope for victory tomorrow
Ride on African son
Find your way in the maze of troubles
Meet African sons and daughters
For your sake and theirs
Ride on African son
Omumbanderu Cultural activist, student of African history, pan-Africanist, teacher (of Design and Technology, and Guidance and Counseling/Life Skills. He likes writing poetry especially on relationships and Pan-Africanism.
(Mined from the deep well of the thoughts of a Son of Ovandu)
The purpose of self-talk is to allow us to say all the beautiful and nasty things in private (to ourselves) or in the presence of no one. This should allow us to sieve through our thoughts so that what gets out as spoken and unspoken messages (words and actions) are consciously what we wish to convey (hopefuly, positive uplifting and building staff).
Unfortunately, if we have not trained ourselves to listen to ourselves, we speak what we were suppose to say to ourselves to others. In the process, we hurt others and ourselves! Be conscious of your thoughts.
Once the word is said, it will never be taken back, even if "it is taken back".
The tongue can heal or kill. Mind it. Consciousness can be reached though effort.
Omumbanderu Cultural activist, student of African history, pan-Africanist, teacher (of Design and Technology, and Guidance and Counseling/Life Skills. He likes writing poetry especially on relationships and Pan-Africanism.
