Hope Kale Ewusi
How could it be – that Africa so blessed,
Would rank with squalor as if cursed?
That misery like a busted wine press
Keeps dripping upon her dry hard crust.
Why are the sun’s rays so harsh?
On this slice of squandered Eden-
Where dreams rot or simply crash
Like the prayers of glorified heathens.
We have shouted from the highest peak…
Offered sacrifices of limbs and arms;
The fortune teller’s gaze remains bleak.
Alas a mocking bird twits…stop feasting on seed yams.
When our loaded dices have all been thrown…
With all trickery and slight of hand;
And our fortunes like migrant birds have flown,
We must tell our children what happened to their land.
How could it be – that Africa so blessed,
Would rank with squalor as if cursed?
That misery like a busted wine press
Keeps dripping upon her dry hard crust.
Why are the sun’s rays so harsh?
On this slice of squandered Eden-
Where dreams rot or simply crash
Like the prayers of glorified heathens.
We have shouted from the highest peak…
Offered sacrifices of limbs and arms;
The fortune teller’s gaze remains bleak.
Alas a mocking bird twits…stop feasting on seed yams.
When our loaded dices have all been thrown…
With all trickery and slight of hand;
And our fortunes like migrant birds have flown,
We must tell our children what happened to their land.
HOMMAGE A LAPIRO DE MBANGA
Lapiro alias Ndinga Man,
Né Pierre Roger Sandjo à Mbanga.
Lapiro, musicien chevronné, ne bi so ?
Ouais ! Ouais !
Lapiro, Ndinga Man Numéro Un,
C’est comme ça, no ?
Yes ! Yes !
Tara no make erreur !
Lapiro, véritable small no bi sick,
Enfant terrible de la maison,
No be so ?
Yes ! Yes !
En avant Tara !
Go before, go before Tara !
We day for youa back Tara !
Motion ! Motion de soutien !
Lapiro, djintete Ndinga Man
Wei yi dei Mbanga, no be so ?
Ouais ! Ouais !
Yi own musique na musique
Pour les damnés de la terre, n’est-ce pas ?
Yes ! Yes !
Lapiro, président des sauveteurs, no be so ?
Ouais ! Ouais !
Yi own musique na musique
For les laissés-pour-compte, non ?
Biensûr ! Biensûr!
Lapiro,
Bête noire des fossoyeurs
De la république, no be so ?
Ouais ! Ouais !
Lapiro, emmerdeur politique,
C’est comme ça,,non ?
Yes ! Yes !
Lapiro,
La voix des sans voix, no be so ?
Biensûr ! Biensûr!
Yi own musique na for
Put shame for djintete dem head, no be so ?
Oui ! Oui !
Lapiro,
Trouble-fête insupportable, n’est-ce pas ?
Killjoy, no be so ? Yes ! Yes !
Lapiroisme,
Hymne des déshérités, no be so ?
Ouais ! Ouais !
Lapiroisme,
Appel de clairon pour la révolution
No be so ?
Biensûr ! Biensûr!
Lapiroisme,
Chant de libération
C’est comme ca, non ?
Yes ! Yes !
Lapiroisme,
Hymne de dissidence, no be so ?
Ouais ! Ouais !
Lapiroisme,
Hymne funèbre des orphelins, no be so ?
Yes ! Yes !
Gee me chance make I shake ma skin,
Makossa dei me for foot !
Dégagez ! Dégagez !
J’ai envie de danser le makossa.
Gee me road make I shake ma kongolibon!
Makossa dei me for head !
Mouf me de make I shake ma waist,
Makossa dei me for lass !
Put me for dong make I shake ma banja,
Makossa dei me side by side !
Bukulu ! Bukulu ! Saka ! Saka !
Dansez! Dance! Ku yi rawa !
Lapiro, CPDM pet peeve, oye !
Lapiro, Mbiya’s nightmare, oye !
Lapiro de Mbanga, tête brulée, oye !
Lapiro Ndinga Man, oye !
Lapiro ! Albatros de Popol, oye !
© vakunta 2010
Posted by: Wuteh | Saturday, 27 February 2010 at 05:07 PM
Is it the pain worth?
A soul shall fly away
With wingless wings
The Piper blows the tone
Dinga falls
It is the pain worth?
A soul shall fade away
Eyes wide open
In the midnight silence
No safe heaven in sight
Nor ark to drift
Draperies desolately fall
A pale pall unfolds
It is the pain worth?
Posted by: Big Neck | Monday, 01 March 2010 at 07:27 PM