Pye dogs have for centuries roamed the streets of Africa, Extra-ordinary men cling to demonalatory disguised as democracy. The suffering that yields profits for the first ladies at Kinshasa, Abuja, Nairobi, Pretoria, Mbabane and other promised lands. The chief o rebels cut of a nursing mother's breast to draw up another logo of non-tolerance to a new generation that could possibly demean this shit and open clean sheets of "united we stand". The illiterate native girl is not a circus elephant, but the rebel soldier boy knows not the meaning of Ubuntu. Everyday he lubricates his joy stick with blood of virgin girls before stealing their breath with high powered machine guns. Mere results of evil teachings, of state house canibals avount from Africa. You warlords, let birds of the forest sing sweet songs of social justice between the Igbos/ Hausa and Fulani, Xhosa and Zulu, Hutus and Tutsis, Ndebele and Shona. Songs that seperates bullets from ballots. Burn all cosmetic constitutions and write a new chapter of Africaness before these cankers gull the infants of change.
(By Sheunesu Mpofu, Human Rights Defender, Policy Analyst and Advocate for Political and Social Justice)
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