My African Roots Poem by Paris Thulare

My culture, my roots
My culture, my blood

I was raised a son with pride
To Know what it takes to follow my tribe
I was raised in the cave
To respect my forefathers graves

Where I'm from history is cooked in the books of tales and poems
The she bows down when serving he,
The shees are to crouch when preparing meals,

I'm from the hut,
My crib with i connect with abaphansi
Where isidliso is buried 64meters down
We buy no 'insipho ' ubaba knows how to make one,
No disease is of existence when Ugogo is there,
We are the daughters and sons of the King and his Queen

I've been told the life changing tales
I've seen where my Grandpa used to write in the slate
For I am on my way to keep myself safe.

Proverbs, patience and respect
Creativity, connectity and positivity
Umama taught me all with Umrithithi
My culture is my quest
For it teaches me the best
I keen to remain the est