I

Shut your white mouth please!
Don’t insult my colour
Or God may hear this

You say:
I crossed seven seas to lighten the dark coast
Purifying their souls hitherto
Dare me; if you boast further
God may hear this

Or my ancestors may visit you in your dreams
Or Africans may fight a salient war of collars
Dare me; if you boast further
God may hear this

I inherited the Orisa from my father’s father
My mother’s mother made my pot of charms
Without sentiment of civility
My black pottage was happy

God may hear this; dare me

You brought confusion like green grass snake
Yet, you boast your paths on my coast

God may hear this; dare me

More of your dresses drove my sisters naked
More of your convicts saw my brothers’ scrotum below their buttocks

Believe me; God may hear this

II

Africans, my siblings
Not your faults

Africans, my siblings
Blame the white esu

Africans, my siblings
Don’t forget, we used to be Africans
Before the white esu came like a dove
You knew what she did –
Slept with our fathers
Made our mothers second-class
Bore children like sea-sand

Africans, my siblings
Not your faults

Africans, my siblings
We are black not dark
It’s time we re-view the revealed
The clarion songs
The song of pride, of dignity
The song – Our EMBLEM

We are Africa
Where darkness runs errands
To light and peace
We are Africa
Where seasons change their garments
With comfort sigh
We are Africans
Leveraged with pure souls
Clothed on a black hue

Israel Odun