Looking Back
Looking Back The mystic rhythm, the raw authentic livelihood The enchantment of the strong rhythmic footprint Dancing, thronging towards the beat I cannot tell it all
But the sound is just spontaneous The breath taking way of life There was a fusion of drama, emotion and love The Nagasaki told the story of their life A taste of total African flavour. I serve to please, mother Africa Rogue, untamed and pristine even those who came to “civilize it”
Have not seen anything quite like it for us youngsters the authenticity of Africa is only heard through the grey haired. The uniqueness, has dispersed because of civilization The raw majestic drums are now guitars
The goatskin clothing now wool and silk The foot walk long journeys replaced by metal cocoons All of our African style vanished It is now a thing of the remote past.
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writen by by Fadzai Mudekwa [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] [endif]
