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