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Tuesday, 28 May 1996 03:43 |
I will not accept it, Hayi mhan,
I won't take that jazz from no one,
Don't think I can't do it, ndinozvigona,
And don't think I'm blind, ngiyakubona.
You treat me like I'm some kind of dummy,
My friend ungadhlalis' inqhondo zami,
You want to steal my pride, kundibira ini,
Hazviite kani, it won't do, akulasini.
I'm not moved by your tears, chema hako,
How can you cry for chino chisiri chako,
You murdered the very soul of my ancestors,
Now you burden my soul with emotional blisters.
Hear now the whisperings of their angry voices,
As they examine the facts and consider the choices,
Uyezwa yini, it's worse than hell,
Chiwona manje vana voita rebel.
That tomorrow our people will cease to suffer,
We must fight, yes rebel, zvirinani kufa,
Hayi ungang'bambi, wena olandel' usatani,
The victory is mine. Akula pfo, akulasini.
© Fungai James Tichawangana
University of Zimbabwe, G57 NC5
Tuesday 28 May 1996
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