Things will always change
Like Summer to winter
Little remains the same
Even flowers blossom, and then wither
Are all changes worth an embrace?
We dressed in hides and Skins
They brought us dresses to make us neat
And triangular briefs to hold our dangling miniature feet
Then came the thongs with straps that got lost in butts
And fenced our women’s empress
Was this worth an embrace?
All hell broke loose
Pants and thongs divorced
‘Thighland’ and grassland exposed
We forgot we made a truce
Never to publicly expose
Should we embrace this too?
And mama is not amused
Her rich culture abused
Why have we fled from our roots?
Mama Africa please stop being Mute
Speak , I need to know if you approve