I owe my being to thee dislocated souls of slaves,
Whom spirits daunt our pacific ocean waters
Whose deaths reminisce in our minds
About where were come from
I am of a nation that does not tolerate any form of xenophobic
Or racism attacks on beings or anima
I am of a nation that repelled segregation
Of humanity called Apartheid
I am the son of King Dingiswayo whose soul was wrongly accused
Of treason yet loyal to the clan
I am the nephew of King Lucas Mangope
Whose ideology gave birth to thee Morula Sun up North West
I am the daughter of Queen Motjatje
The Rain Queen whose statue today is misjudged often
As one whom didn’t have powers to make rain
I am the servant of King Shaka Zulu ka Senzangakhona ,
Whom militant genius gave birth to modern military operations
And today it feels good to be an African