Letters To an African Son


My African son

When u get old

Don't get told

That your ways are odd

Don't be fooled by the shiny

Don't try to be skinny

Don't deny the poor a penny

Learn their ways

But choose your way

And Never stay away

From your baby 


My African son

For what u eat

U must pay

For what u drink

U must pay

Don't confuse Pray and Pay

Even if they make u pay before u pray

Avoid cigarettes

Avoid pork and his cousins

Avoid the Napoleons

Avoid needles and guns

They sting more than the African bee

Don't call the mountains by the white man's name

Don't call the Lakes by the whitemans Name

Don't pray to a white liberator

Don't change the color of your skin


My African son

U are greater than u can imagine

U are a livity of the creators might

Look to the color Yellow

Look to the color Green

Look to the color Red

For when it rains

My presence u will see


Remember your greatness when u see the lion,

Remember your greatness when u touch your dreadlocks

For u have been curved from the spirit of a lion

And blended in a pot of gold


My African son

When u get old don't be promiscuous

But u can marry as many

As ur first wife agrees

Don't be foolish and selfish

Never betray a fellow brother or sister

All black people are brothers and sisters

All other people are cousins and relatives

Don't despite one another

None is more greater than the creator 

Do not be greedy

Do not be lazy

Do not take their education seriously

Just learn the basics

So u can overstan what u must learn

Do not seek to be employed

For the most high has employed you to the task of your talents

Live in a way

That your livity will endure forever

Do not live in fear of hell

Do not live in anxiety of heaven

Is the earth not perfect and balanced??

U were created to guard it for it shall always be the home of your children's children for generations and generations to come

So live life knowing that life is how you see it

And how you live in it

Don't bother the creator with too many apologies always trying to get saved

Go out there and let your life be the testimony


My African son

U are blessed beyond measure

Why put faith in someone else

When you can just put faith in yourself

Don't you believe u were created in the image and likeness of the creator?? 

Or do u have to look at the cow or the moon to believe in yourself?

U are great my son

And your creator is greater

I hope u live to this words


El Anko pon de tune.

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