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| Moses Moreroa |
Oh! Azania,
Stop licking past wounds
For the genius architect of apartheid accepted his downfall
Long in ‘94 when you first had a chance
And a choice to stand together.
Azania after two decades of freedom,
I still long for a day
In which unity in diversity would not be oxymoron
Or some sort of irony,
But the reality where
No culture would appear larger
And no language inferior.
A day in which White domination
Won’t be confused with racism.
I can imagine the gumboot dance breaking free from underground
Fused with Xibelani as Tsongas shake off the dust of inequality;
Looking at Bapedi ba bina kiba, ba kibela discrimination tlase moleteng mohlaelathupa;
Being helped by AmaZulu ba shayi Indlamu kicking down tribalism;
Watching VhaVenda as they show respect for everyone;
Humbled by the Matabeleland’s brightness,
There came a loud sound;
Like a Spanish guitar, going “Te Ta Te! Te Ta Te!”
De La Rey, De La Rey;
As Coloureds and Afrikaners drew closer in their Khaki,
Oh! Like as Batswana say “Go a itumedisa go ba ha.”
Together living and striving for freedom.
I wish all of these were not my fantasy,
For I long for a day
Where car registrations won’t have to bear their provinces of origin.
The L, the MP, GP, NW, NC, EC, FS, CA, and ZA
As our number plates are symbols of separation,
And so limit my sense of common belonging.
I so long for another Sovenga
As Sothos, Vendas and Tsonga assembled
On a common ground of gaining peace,
Having each other’s back
Rather not pushing each other back.
I long for a day
In which Azanian provinces,
In their many colours and cultures
Will form a harmonious unity,
Like a rainbow after a heavy storm.
Azania, the fight for land is not priority.
Neither is it the fight for revenge
Nor the fight for dominance.
The fight is for equality.
The fight is against our inability to forgive,
It is against our hatred,
And about our fears and trust issues.
Yes, the fight continues.
But let us fight for oneness
For we can share in our amusing diversity.
There would be no more hunger
As we can share in our riches if there is trust,
And share in the heritage that defines us all.
And share in the heritage that defines us all.
We are hating our own
Because we fear betrayal and revenge.
Heal from your emotional wounds, Azania!
Heal from your psychological bruises,
Azania, heal from your mental slavery.
And stop hating your own!
Otherwise,
You will never find inner peace.
Heal
AZANIA!
Nkosi sikelel' iAzania
