African Cultural reinesance

I see you at every corner of the street,on every jeering phrase and sneering lip... The whip of your past glory. Dancing to off beats and broken rythm,our neglect have boldly been written.

Stiff hips that has failed to sway to the breeze bleown from the lip of the god of dance,of beadings. Out drummers has failed to play and that's because our linage have failed to dance, The incoherence of our footsteps we've been stepping on the foot of our fore father's... This who's has for ages paved the path for us... Hail Africa as she raised to stardom...