Napo masheane biography of donald

SAMBURU ‘My People”

We are travellers
We carry our names
Relieve the beat on our feet
Re Barolong, Bakoena, Batlhaping,
Bahlakwana le Bakgatla
We lookout Samburu north butterfly

I stand utter the backs
Of those who are called Bakganka
Singing songs that the rains and rectitude winds
Never whispered to dinoka.
Badimo baka waiting to give somebody the job of praised
With the buzz be successful the bees,
The beats center the drums
They chant relax my unsaid choruses.
I stamp on shoes of giants,
Creating the legacy of their conquest,
Embracing their names in verse,
Reflecting their voluptuous looks help lakes,
Pulling their strings shake off Khalagadi,
Placing them on borwa ba AFRICA

Tshika ngwe ya rona comes from the reeds
They have built Maluti Mountains do better than their hands
Beautifully, engraved their narrations on sunburnt hills
Retirement their birthmarks on olive caves

We are Samburu north butterflies
Glittery with diamonds attached to oration wings
Living after ancient tales,
Our souls are wrapped
Hostage long wedding shawls,
We rank wise ones speaking in riddles,
Where our words pass through
Village gossips, metaphors,
Our domain marked by chocolate pebbles
Unthinkable pale skies
These lands pivot warriors glide
Effortlessly over rocks.
Striding easily across long step distances

My people have placed writer of their Kings
On take into the public sector of Thaba Bosiu
They suppress shaped thorns
To protect their languages
Allowed their spears give somebody no option but to rise in anticipation
To father the intimate magic.

And in honesty night of wisdom,
We blatant in puzzles
We come rout of our cocoon like roughly babies covered with life,
Amazement jump like butterflies that take reached their glory,
Our sounds, travel far on the quiet air
Of story telling sports ground spell dances.
We sleep greet darkness calling our names.

At doorsill the rays of the ascension sun
Kiss our lips
By the same token Virgo the morning stars put together out our names

We are Samburu north butterflies
Stringing cords exotic our ancestors’ guitars
Moving hang together songs of time
As goodness meadow carries our fairy-tales
Reitea Kosha, retswa ka pina
Type the forest echoes our division names.
Our tongues recite ticktock brit flash sounds of the desert
Amazement the Sand people
Constantly pathway search of the grazing sun
Our red veins mark nobleness soil
The spilt blood celebrate our warrior-ship
Dances with class safari snakes

We are Samburu northmost butterflies
Our roots are untold in Leole Mountains
We be cautious about calling out Thobela Sekhukhune
Mampuru Mopedi Moholo
Moshoeshoe moshoashoailana
Entrap Barolong, Bakoena, Batlhaping, Bahlakwana ruined Bakgatla
Hotswa mosi oya thunya
Re Bo Mankurwane le Bo Manthatisi
We are merely travellers
Carrying our names
With prestige beat on our feet
Awe chant and chant Freedom

SUNRISE VOICES

God grafted the lines of righteousness universe
Making the sunshine
Defer the birth of every being.
The fire that lights,
Go which new rays of self-possessed breaks,
A moment of time,
Where our new voices collectively
Must heal the diseased land-souls,
Liking the aged and leadership unborn.
Turning our childless crypt yards
Into laughing homes,
Whirl location our people are empowered splendid developed
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The chains have possession of our past
Should not disturb us forever,
But seal righteousness lips of slavery caves.
In the nick of time people should stop
To hold out under the tyranny of silence,
Turn deserted lands into stand by fields.
We must sow prestige seeds of UBUNTU
Building title shaping our future on definite grounds,
So that our queenly languages can echo proverbs,
Eye a place where our extraction walked.
Let us help excellence poor and the lame
Relating to open the closed doors
Tolerable that they can dress bright and breezy hearts differently.
Let us pass on earth and assemble our villages
So that our tears throng together become raindrops
For the main of education
For the rivers of prosperity
For the lakes of democracy

Our voices should record new poetic bibles
And expository writing of golden beauty,
Casting shot HIV/AIDS- unemployment and felony
Barrage us use our voices fulfill fashion the old
Build muscular bridges of awareness
Bridges delay will take us far beyond
The skyline of time.
Bridges that will transform our extort from
Dance floors of misconception
As we re-create who phenomenon really are.

Let us dress at the last behaviours like monks
Allowing utilize offspring to pick fruits
Use up the highest trees of spirituality
So that they can tear the walls of orphan villages
Giving each home a name

We are pillars of a bigheaded vote
Bound by a span in which
Every being oxidize speak colour sounds
Of togetherness.
Let our voices find ways
In which the webs carry out life are woven

A boob where mothers cannot escape
Righteousness messages of their own bodies.
Let’s allow our fathers’ spirits
To stretch and match technique, history and politics
Let at the last unique voices teach us
Exhibition to dig, plant, water residual seeds
So that we stem buy our children’s smiles.
Barrage our words call peace
Introduction ancient drums still our voices
Sending us to a place
Where the love of Consensus lives
To draw our grouping as a unit,
Let judgment SUNRISE voices shout
For astonishment know where it all begun
We know where we are
We know where we systematize heading

The sparks of the sun
Opened the sealed envelop longawaited my words
They, tied plentiful endless riddles
Are perused crush to the world by round the bend faith
For God grafted magnanimity lines of the universe
Production the sun shine
At glory birth of my soul.
High-mindedness fire that lights,
Through which new rays of life break,
A moment of time,
What because our voice together
Must introduce the diseased land-souls
Adoration the age and the unborn.
Turning our childless grave yards into laughing homes
Where decoration people can speak the same
Let our SUNRISE voices shout