nguni seeds

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Date and time: Sat, 12 Oct 2019 15:50:07 GMT

Yet our feet still tap with hope, hope of breaking grounds

Nguni seeds

Let the spirit of those who walked before me lead me

I hear no voices yet in my sleep I see the traces

Let my foot work like a row of ants follow suit

Let my footwork njengomthi wexabela zilale emqokozweni

Let them feel the rhythm of the Gorilla pride

The strength of the Lion Roar

Yes I am the seed of the Nguni nation

Yes I am the innocent seed

Raised between rocks I have grown in pain

I have seen my thorns grow sharp and strong

I have felt my thorns grow firm and tall

Dare not to touch me

I speak not for one but for the entire quadrant of the slaves

The path narrows as we move, tomorrow is misty from our eyes

Yet our feet still tap with hope, hope of breaking grounds

Carrying the missions and visions from our ancestors memory boxes

I speak not for one but for all those whose voices

Were never heard in public spaces

I speak not for one but for all those

Whose3 tears could never be captured for museum displays

I speak not for one but for all those whose names never made it on history’s pages

For we are the seeds of the Nguni nation

The blessing lies within our names

For we were blessed with many tongues

We are the seeds of the Nguni nation

ndiyimbewu yesizwe mna ndingumthombo ophilayo