From Africa to South Central or Gibnut Street, Belize City
This is how we came!
I was brought up in my father’s tent
In the warm equatorial nights
I learned at my nana’a knees
She knew all the words
That were laid by those that went before
I was a child of the tribe
I had summers of endless sun
When I would run with the wildebeest
Wrestle with Lion cubs
And do the dance of the gazelle
From this my childhood home
I was captured by the Asonde tribe
Who had fire sticks
Passed on to many masters and
Ended up in a slave ship…
I am Kunanbu Dae (A lost one).
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