I hate your tribe For like the ancient kipande, you wear it as the symbol of your identity Not as a source of pride but a factor of discrimination Causing a rift to divide this nation Use it as reason to wage a war you don’t even believe in Drive your neighbour out of his home Steal his land and make it your own Spew hate on social media without thinking Fuel a cause not yours but for your tribal Kingpin.
I hate your tribe Because you use it as your ticket to prosperity Yet fail to see it is a factor to your poverty Of the mind, And hindrance to your ability To love thy neighbour as you do yourself. Use it to dialogue in conversations So that I would not understand, Let it define how you vote Where your children should school And even the god you pray to. I hate your tribe Because you judge me by the sound of my name With no shame, to look past the colour of my skin Or the origin of my ancestors. I hate that you are ignorant and blind To the fact that I did not choose where I was to be born Or who my next of kin would be That you fail to appreciate the culture of my people Calling me names both demoralizing and vile Just because of a piece of skin Or a gap in my teeth.
But the end of it all I hate your tribe For I cannot hate you as an individual Only feel sorry for the future generations That will pick a page from your book.