The Song I Sing

There are many things that a musician can draw inspiration from, and put forth through lyric and rhyme. From chirping birds to breath-taking scenery,from life's greatest gift...to life's ups and downs.

I find that the song I sing today,is not a new one. It has been put forth differently,but the story remains the same.

Many an artist has/will at some point or other sing about Africa,about its woes,about its troubles. We will sing about change,we will sing about hope,we will call out to Mama Africa,sing her many anthems,sing in her many dialects...

The song that resonates in my heart,in my mind,is this very song. When will Africa show its full potential? Hunger,drought,disease,poverty,all these I sing about. Deceptive politicians,hopeful mwananchi,war,peace...these I think about. This past week,and the news it has brought have been close to depressing for me. And the song I sing chokes at my throat. Choked by anger,despondency,bitterness,confusion. Numbed by apathy,indifference,disillusion. Why must this be the song I sing? When does the script ever change?

It's the same old story,
It's the same old tale,
It's the same old worry,
It's the same old game,
We're still fighting the same war,
We're still crying out for more...

Who is to blame?
Who is behind this?
Who is in the shadow?
Who lights the flame on this raging inferno?
And watches from high windows?

You are chicken to change!

Bwana Mkubwa,here what we say!

What happened to L.O.V.E.?
Gimme that L.O.V.E..
The hate is killing me...

Freedom is coming tomorrow...

The song I sing,as you can see,is one that's been sung before. And now my mind,struggles to draw inspiration from less than pleasant realities to sing this song yet again,because the song hasn't resonated enough to foster some change! So I draw out my God-given weapon,and take to the battlefield.

The song I sing.

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