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Kwame Nkrumah<\/span><\/b><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
Poetry with a nationalist accent is one of the most enduring monuments of A<\/span><\/span>frican\u00a0<\/span><\/span>literature.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A thread of love letters \u2013 impassioned, potent, poetic endearments to Africa \u2013 was unwound at the high tide of liberation.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Europe has commissioned poet laureates to give her official occasions the rhyme factor. In Africa, a coterie of heads of states has signed up to give the poetry of the continent presidential signatures.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Leopold Senghor, the first president of Senegal and founding exponent of the negritude movement, has been inducted as one of the continent\u2019s foremost poetic thoroughbreds.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cPoetry has lost one of its masters, Senegal a statesman, Africa a visionary,\u201d Jacques Chirac, then French president, said on hearing of Senghor\u2019s death in 2001.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Senghor is one of the Francophone poets of international repute. Prolific and varied, he is the better known of the poetic heads of states, with several volumes and accolades under his belt.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
It may well be inferred that while political office was Senghor\u2019s day job, poetry was his prime vocation.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
There are other leaders whose work has not made it to the usual orbit of literary discussions but, all the same, merits critical hindsight.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
These include Agostinho Neto (Angola), Patrice Lumumba (Congo), Kwame Nkrumah (Ghana) and Thabo Mbeki (South Africa).<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
We take an Africa Day-themed look at these presidents and prime ministers\u2019 strivings poetry \u2013 a wafer-thin but important contribution to the dumpsite of African literature.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
We defer to later discussion, various other African statesmen (locally, Herbert Chitepo, Edison Zvobgo and Lazarus Dokora) who contributed their own sidebars to the artistic ferment of Pan-Africanism.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Agostinho Neto<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Neto\u2019s poetry appears in three anthologies, notably \u201cSacred Duty.\u201d I first fell for his work in a thin volume of Angolan verse translated from Portuguese I picked from my father\u2019s bookshelf as a teenager.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
For this discussion we single out the poem \u201cWe Shall Return\u201d for its thematic proximity to the issues of the day, particularly resource nationalism.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Written towards the threshold of independence, the poem anticipates prosperity for Angola\u2019s alienated masses when they return: \u201cTo our lands\/ Red with coffee\/White with cotton\/ Green with maize fields\/ we shall return. To our mines of diamonds\/ Gold, copper, oil\/ we shall return.\u201d<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
The means by which by which poverty and deprivation were to be abolished in the native\u2019s own land, his birthright even, was the ostensible master-key of self-government, hence the closing verse: \u201cWe shall return\/ to liberated Angola\/ independent Angola.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Neto shares the optimism of his generation that the liberation of Africa would realise better prospects for the long disempowered indigenes. Fair first step but a far cry from the finishing line!<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Many Africans resident in their own countries are still subjects instead of citizens, desperately impoverished and victims of civil wars and petty power struggles. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Precipitate class disparities between the rulers and the ruled have replaced the racial imbalances of colonialism. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Africans, far and wide, still gasp for the air of peace and freedom; yearn for the right to decent living.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
The great evil of the age is conspiracy by politicians and big corporations to bar the ordinary Africans from their civic dues \u2013 a shady coalescence to deny Africans a share of their own wealth.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
May I hasten to point out that Neto\u2019s poem is a more pressing imperative today than it was on conception? <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Problems that were topical upon the inception of the OAU (now AU) 51 years ago are the same problems leaders are deliberating, even deferring today.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
On the occasion of the Golden Jubilee celebrations last year, then AU chairperson Hailmariam Desalegn acknowledged: \u201cWe all recognise that Africa\u2019s aspirations of lasting peace and prosperity still remain to be realized and the vision of our founding fathers is yet to be fulfilled.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIt is my earnest hope that by 2063,<\/b> we will have a continent free from the scourge from conflicts and abject poverty.\u201d What glaring irony! <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Patrice Lumumba <\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Eloquent champion of self-determination and uncompromising nationalist, Lumumba is one of the principal Pan-Africanist firebrands of all time.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Before his accession, Lumumba wrote poetry for magazines, some of which is reproduced in biographies and web homage entries.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
These include \u201c<\/span>Dawn in the Heart of Africa,\u201d \u201cMay Our People Triumph,\u201d \u201cWeep, Beloved Black Brother,\u201d which may well be different translations of the same poem from French.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Lumumba\u2019s hand is long, free and untrimmed, apparently from the passionate intensity characteristic of the statesman.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Africa\u2019s surrogacy \u2013 condemnation to produce and labour to develop other continents, while bleeding herself to underdevelopment \u2013 is handled in elaborate measure. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWeep, O my black beloved brother deep buried in eternal, bestial night\/ O you, whose dust simooms and hurricanes have scattered all over the vast earth,\/ You, by whose hands the pyramids were reared,\u201d Lumumba laments in \u201cMay Our People Triumph.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Besides being the beast of burden, Africa is also the washbasin, given under military subjugation: \u201cYou, who were taught but one perpetual lesson, \/One motto, which was\u2014slavery or death; \/ You, who lay hidden in impenetrable jungles\/ And silently succumbed to countless death.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
The poem ends on an optimistic note as the banks of a great river flourish with hope for the starved indigenes; when strategic resource deposits are finally appropriated to the native as Congo is finally \u201chappy and free in the very heart of vast black Africa.\u201d <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Tragically, Lumumba\u2019s dream too is still to be actualised. The poet himself was brutally murdered in the line of patriotic duty. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
His story is captured in the documentary \u201cDeath Colonial Style,\u201d a prototypal account of the West\u2019s one-size-fit-all capitalist crusade and its destabilising trail in the third world.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Originally taglined the \u201cland of the future,\u201d the Democratic Republic of Congo, is a disheartening trouble spot. According to the International Rescue Committee, between 1998 and 2008 alone, 5.4 million lives were lost to preventable diseases and starvation aggravated by conflict in the country.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Lumumba also engages at length the consorting of organised religion with colonialism, slavery and racism. He however makes the distinction between professed claimants and genuine adherents of religion.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cAny people that oppresses another people is neither civilised nor Christian,\u201d Lumumba said in his address to International Seminar organized by the Congress for the Freedom of Culture in 1959.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Kwame Nkrumah<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Militant and non-conformist, feted by some as the archetypal Pan-Africanist and the greatest African statesman in contradistinction to Nelson Mandela, Nkrumah is the least prolific of the poetic heads of states.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
His little-known metric legacy is the small poem which he recited at the inception of the OAU in Addis Ababa: \u201cEthiopia, Africa\u2019s bright gem, \/ Set high among verdant hills\u2026\/ Ethiopia the wise\/ Shall rise\/ And remould with us the full figure\/ Of Africa\u2019s hopes\/ And destiny.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Whereas the centre is still out of order, Nkrumah\u2019s prophecy is not to be discounted should one antedate and consubstantiate it with the vision of the psalmist: \u201cEthiopia shall soon stretch out her hands to God.\u201d Africa\u2019s ultimate solution is divine realignment.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Thabo Mbeki<\/span><\/span><\/b>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
We close the installment with the conclusion of Mbeki\u2019s forceful prose-poem \u201cI am an African.\u201d <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Obert Gutu has attempted a sequel of a sort, \u201cI am a New African, Marechera-inspired,\u201d but being personally averse to the \u201cdoppelganger orientation,\u201d I will give it up to Mbeki for the more hard-wearing delivery.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhoever we may be, whatever our immediate interest, however much we carry baggage from our past, however much we have been caught by the fashion of cynicism and loss of faith in the capacity of the people, let us err today and say – nothing can stop us now!\u201d Mbeki observes.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Kwame Nkrumah Poetry with a nationalist accent is one of the most enduring monuments of African\u00a0literature.\u00a0 A thread of love letters \u2013 impassioned, potent, poetic endearments to Africa \u2013 was unwound at the high tide of liberation. Europe has commissioned poet laureates to give her official occasions the rhyme factor. In Africa, a coterie of heads of states has signed up to give the poetry of the continent presidential signatures. Leopold Senghor, the first president of Senegal and founding exponent of the negritude movement, has been inducted as one of the continent\u2019s foremost poetic thoroughbreds. \u201cPoetry has lost one of its masters, Senegal a statesman, Africa a visionary,\u201d Jacques Chirac, then French president, said on hearing of Senghor\u2019s death in 2001. Senghor is one of the Francophone poets of international repute. Prolific and varied, he is the better known of the poetic heads of states, with several volumes and accolades under his belt. It may well be inferred that while political office was Senghor\u2019s day job, poetry was his prime vocation. There are other leaders whose work has not made it to the usual orbit of literary discussions but, all the same, merits critical hindsight. These include Agostinho Neto (Angola), Patrice Lumumba (Congo), Kwame Nkrumah (Ghana) and Thabo Mbeki (South Africa). We take an Africa Day-themed look at these presidents and prime ministers\u2019 strivings poetry \u2013 a wafer-thin but important contribution to the dumpsite of African literature. We defer to later discussion, various other African statesmen (locally, Herbert Chitepo, Edison Zvobgo and Lazarus Dokora) who contributed their own sidebars to the artistic ferment of Pan-Africanism. Agostinho Neto Neto\u2019s poetry appears in three anthologies, notably \u201cSacred Duty.\u201d I first fell for his work in a thin volume of Angolan verse translated from Portuguese I picked from my father\u2019s bookshelf as a teenager. For this discussion we single out the poem \u201cWe Shall Return\u201d for its thematic proximity to the issues of the day, particularly resource nationalism. Written towards the threshold of independence, the poem anticipates prosperity for Angola\u2019s alienated masses when they return: \u201cTo our lands\/ Red with coffee\/White with cotton\/ Green with maize fields\/ we shall return. To our mines of diamonds\/ Gold, copper, oil\/ we shall return.\u201d\u00a0 The means by which by which poverty and deprivation were to be abolished in the native\u2019s own land, his birthright even, was the ostensible master-key of self-government, hence the closing verse: \u201cWe shall return\/ to liberated Angola\/ independent Angola.\u201d Neto shares the optimism of his generation that the liberation of Africa would realise better prospects for the long disempowered indigenes. Fair first step but a far cry from the finishing line! Many Africans resident in their own countries are still subjects instead of citizens, desperately impoverished and victims of civil wars and petty power struggles. Precipitate class disparities between the rulers and the ruled have replaced the racial imbalances of colonialism. Africans, far and wide, still gasp for the air of peace and freedom; yearn for the right to decent living. The great evil of the age is conspiracy by politicians and big corporations to bar the ordinary Africans from their civic dues \u2013 a shady coalescence to deny Africans a share of their own wealth. May I hasten to point out that Neto\u2019s poem is a more pressing imperative today than it was on conception? Problems that were topical upon the inception of the OAU (now AU) 51 years ago are the same problems leaders are deliberating, even deferring today. On the occasion of the Golden Jubilee celebrations last year, then AU chairperson Hailmariam Desalegn acknowledged: \u201cWe all recognise that Africa\u2019s aspirations of lasting peace and prosperity still remain to be realized and the vision of our founding fathers is yet to be fulfilled. \u201cIt is my earnest hope that by 2063, we will have a continent free from the scourge from conflicts and abject poverty.\u201d What glaring irony! Patrice Lumumba Eloquent champion of self-determination and uncompromising nationalist, Lumumba is one of the principal Pan-Africanist firebrands of all time. Before his accession, Lumumba wrote poetry for magazines, some of which is reproduced in biographies and web homage entries. These include \u201cDawn in the Heart of Africa,\u201d \u201cMay Our People Triumph,\u201d \u201cWeep, Beloved Black Brother,\u201d which may well be different translations of the same poem from French. Lumumba\u2019s hand is long, free and untrimmed, apparently from the passionate intensity characteristic of the statesman. Africa\u2019s surrogacy \u2013 condemnation to produce and labour to develop other continents, while bleeding herself to underdevelopment \u2013 is handled in elaborate measure. \u201cWeep, O my black beloved brother deep buried in eternal, bestial night\/ O you, whose dust simooms and hurricanes have scattered all over the vast earth,\/ You, by whose hands the pyramids were reared,\u201d Lumumba laments in \u201cMay Our People Triumph.\u201d Besides being the beast of burden, Africa is also the washbasin, given under military subjugation: \u201cYou, who were taught but one perpetual lesson, \/One motto, which was\u2014slavery or death; \/ You, who lay hidden in impenetrable jungles\/ And silently succumbed to countless death.\u201d The poem ends on an optimistic note as the banks of a great river flourish with hope for the starved indigenes; when strategic resource deposits are finally appropriated to the native as Congo is finally \u201chappy and free in the very heart of vast black Africa.\u201d Tragically, Lumumba\u2019s dream too is still to be actualised. The poet himself was brutally murdered in the line of patriotic duty. His story is captured in the documentary \u201cDeath Colonial Style,\u201d a prototypal account of the West\u2019s one-size-fit-all capitalist crusade and its destabilising trail in the third world. Originally taglined the \u201cland of the future,\u201d the Democratic Republic of Congo, is a disheartening trouble spot. According to the International Rescue Committee, between 1998 and 2008 alone, 5.4 million lives were lost to preventable diseases and starvation aggravated by conflict in the country. Lumumba also engages at length the consorting of organised religion with colonialism, slavery and racism. 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Europe has commissioned poet laureates to give her official occasions the rhyme factor. In Africa, a coterie of heads of states has signed up to give the poetry of the continent presidential signatures. Leopold Senghor, the first president of Senegal and founding exponent of the negritude movement, has been inducted as one of the continent\u2019s foremost poetic thoroughbreds. \u201cPoetry has lost one of its masters, Senegal a statesman, Africa a visionary,\u201d Jacques Chirac, then French president, said on hearing of Senghor\u2019s death in 2001. Senghor is one of the Francophone poets of international repute. Prolific and varied, he is the better known of the poetic heads of states, with several volumes and accolades under his belt. It may well be inferred that while political office was Senghor\u2019s day job, poetry was his prime vocation. There are other leaders whose work has not made it to the usual orbit of literary discussions but, all the same, merits critical hindsight. These include Agostinho Neto (Angola), Patrice Lumumba (Congo), Kwame Nkrumah (Ghana) and Thabo Mbeki (South Africa). We take an Africa Day-themed look at these presidents and prime ministers\u2019 strivings poetry \u2013 a wafer-thin but important contribution to the dumpsite of African literature. We defer to later discussion, various other African statesmen (locally, Herbert Chitepo, Edison Zvobgo and Lazarus Dokora) who contributed their own sidebars to the artistic ferment of Pan-Africanism. Agostinho Neto Neto\u2019s poetry appears in three anthologies, notably \u201cSacred Duty.\u201d I first fell for his work in a thin volume of Angolan verse translated from Portuguese I picked from my father\u2019s bookshelf as a teenager. For this discussion we single out the poem \u201cWe Shall Return\u201d for its thematic proximity to the issues of the day, particularly resource nationalism. Written towards the threshold of independence, the poem anticipates prosperity for Angola\u2019s alienated masses when they return: \u201cTo our lands\/ Red with coffee\/White with cotton\/ Green with maize fields\/ we shall return. To our mines of diamonds\/ Gold, copper, oil\/ we shall return.\u201d\u00a0 The means by which by which poverty and deprivation were to be abolished in the native\u2019s own land, his birthright even, was the ostensible master-key of self-government, hence the closing verse: \u201cWe shall return\/ to liberated Angola\/ independent Angola.\u201d Neto shares the optimism of his generation that the liberation of Africa would realise better prospects for the long disempowered indigenes. Fair first step but a far cry from the finishing line! Many Africans resident in their own countries are still subjects instead of citizens, desperately impoverished and victims of civil wars and petty power struggles. Precipitate class disparities between the rulers and the ruled have replaced the racial imbalances of colonialism. Africans, far and wide, still gasp for the air of peace and freedom; yearn for the right to decent living. The great evil of the age is conspiracy by politicians and big corporations to bar the ordinary Africans from their civic dues \u2013 a shady coalescence to deny Africans a share of their own wealth. May I hasten to point out that Neto\u2019s poem is a more pressing imperative today than it was on conception? Problems that were topical upon the inception of the OAU (now AU) 51 years ago are the same problems leaders are deliberating, even deferring today. On the occasion of the Golden Jubilee celebrations last year, then AU chairperson Hailmariam Desalegn acknowledged: \u201cWe all recognise that Africa\u2019s aspirations of lasting peace and prosperity still remain to be realized and the vision of our founding fathers is yet to be fulfilled. \u201cIt is my earnest hope that by 2063, we will have a continent free from the scourge from conflicts and abject poverty.\u201d What glaring irony! Patrice Lumumba Eloquent champion of self-determination and uncompromising nationalist, Lumumba is one of the principal Pan-Africanist firebrands of all time. Before his accession, Lumumba wrote poetry for magazines, some of which is reproduced in biographies and web homage entries. These include \u201cDawn in the Heart of Africa,\u201d \u201cMay Our People Triumph,\u201d \u201cWeep, Beloved Black Brother,\u201d which may well be different translations of the same poem from French. Lumumba\u2019s hand is long, free and untrimmed, apparently from the passionate intensity characteristic of the statesman. Africa\u2019s surrogacy \u2013 condemnation to produce and labour to develop other continents, while bleeding herself to underdevelopment \u2013 is handled in elaborate measure. \u201cWeep, O my black beloved brother deep buried in eternal, bestial night\/ O you, whose dust simooms and hurricanes have scattered all over the vast earth,\/ You, by whose hands the pyramids were reared,\u201d Lumumba laments in \u201cMay Our People Triumph.\u201d Besides being the beast of burden, Africa is also the washbasin, given under military subjugation: \u201cYou, who were taught but one perpetual lesson, \/One motto, which was\u2014slavery or death; \/ You, who lay hidden in impenetrable jungles\/ And silently succumbed to countless death.\u201d The poem ends on an optimistic note as the banks of a great river flourish with hope for the starved indigenes; when strategic resource deposits are finally appropriated to the native as Congo is finally \u201chappy and free in the very heart of vast black Africa.\u201d Tragically, Lumumba\u2019s dream too is still to be actualised. The poet himself was brutally murdered in the line of patriotic duty. His story is captured in the documentary \u201cDeath Colonial Style,\u201d a prototypal account of the West\u2019s one-size-fit-all capitalist crusade and its destabilising trail in the third world. Originally taglined the \u201cland of the future,\u201d the Democratic Republic of Congo, is a disheartening trouble spot. According to the International Rescue Committee, between 1998 and 2008 alone, 5.4 million lives were lost to preventable diseases and starvation aggravated by conflict in the country. Lumumba also engages at length the consorting of organised religion with colonialism, slavery and racism. 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Europe has commissioned poet laureates to give her official occasions the rhyme factor. In Africa, a coterie of heads of states has signed up to give the poetry of the continent presidential signatures. Leopold Senghor, the first president of Senegal and founding exponent of the negritude movement, has been inducted as one of the continent\u2019s foremost poetic thoroughbreds. \u201cPoetry has lost one of its masters, Senegal a statesman, Africa a visionary,\u201d Jacques Chirac, then French president, said on hearing of Senghor\u2019s death in 2001. Senghor is one of the Francophone poets of international repute. Prolific and varied, he is the better known of the poetic heads of states, with several volumes and accolades under his belt. It may well be inferred that while political office was Senghor\u2019s day job, poetry was his prime vocation. There are other leaders whose work has not made it to the usual orbit of literary discussions but, all the same, merits critical hindsight. These include Agostinho Neto (Angola), Patrice Lumumba (Congo), Kwame Nkrumah (Ghana) and Thabo Mbeki (South Africa). We take an Africa Day-themed look at these presidents and prime ministers\u2019 strivings poetry \u2013 a wafer-thin but important contribution to the dumpsite of African literature. We defer to later discussion, various other African statesmen (locally, Herbert Chitepo, Edison Zvobgo and Lazarus Dokora) who contributed their own sidebars to the artistic ferment of Pan-Africanism. Agostinho Neto Neto\u2019s poetry appears in three anthologies, notably \u201cSacred Duty.\u201d I first fell for his work in a thin volume of Angolan verse translated from Portuguese I picked from my father\u2019s bookshelf as a teenager. For this discussion we single out the poem \u201cWe Shall Return\u201d for its thematic proximity to the issues of the day, particularly resource nationalism. Written towards the threshold of independence, the poem anticipates prosperity for Angola\u2019s alienated masses when they return: \u201cTo our lands\/ Red with coffee\/White with cotton\/ Green with maize fields\/ we shall return. To our mines of diamonds\/ Gold, copper, oil\/ we shall return.\u201d\u00a0 The means by which by which poverty and deprivation were to be abolished in the native\u2019s own land, his birthright even, was the ostensible master-key of self-government, hence the closing verse: \u201cWe shall return\/ to liberated Angola\/ independent Angola.\u201d Neto shares the optimism of his generation that the liberation of Africa would realise better prospects for the long disempowered indigenes. Fair first step but a far cry from the finishing line! Many Africans resident in their own countries are still subjects instead of citizens, desperately impoverished and victims of civil wars and petty power struggles. Precipitate class disparities between the rulers and the ruled have replaced the racial imbalances of colonialism. Africans, far and wide, still gasp for the air of peace and freedom; yearn for the right to decent living. The great evil of the age is conspiracy by politicians and big corporations to bar the ordinary Africans from their civic dues \u2013 a shady coalescence to deny Africans a share of their own wealth. May I hasten to point out that Neto\u2019s poem is a more pressing imperative today than it was on conception? Problems that were topical upon the inception of the OAU (now AU) 51 years ago are the same problems leaders are deliberating, even deferring today. On the occasion of the Golden Jubilee celebrations last year, then AU chairperson Hailmariam Desalegn acknowledged: \u201cWe all recognise that Africa\u2019s aspirations of lasting peace and prosperity still remain to be realized and the vision of our founding fathers is yet to be fulfilled. \u201cIt is my earnest hope that by 2063, we will have a continent free from the scourge from conflicts and abject poverty.\u201d What glaring irony! Patrice Lumumba Eloquent champion of self-determination and uncompromising nationalist, Lumumba is one of the principal Pan-Africanist firebrands of all time. Before his accession, Lumumba wrote poetry for magazines, some of which is reproduced in biographies and web homage entries. These include \u201cDawn in the Heart of Africa,\u201d \u201cMay Our People Triumph,\u201d \u201cWeep, Beloved Black Brother,\u201d which may well be different translations of the same poem from French. Lumumba\u2019s hand is long, free and untrimmed, apparently from the passionate intensity characteristic of the statesman. Africa\u2019s surrogacy \u2013 condemnation to produce and labour to develop other continents, while bleeding herself to underdevelopment \u2013 is handled in elaborate measure. \u201cWeep, O my black beloved brother deep buried in eternal, bestial night\/ O you, whose dust simooms and hurricanes have scattered all over the vast earth,\/ You, by whose hands the pyramids were reared,\u201d Lumumba laments in \u201cMay Our People Triumph.\u201d Besides being the beast of burden, Africa is also the washbasin, given under military subjugation: \u201cYou, who were taught but one perpetual lesson, \/One motto, which was\u2014slavery or death; \/ You, who lay hidden in impenetrable jungles\/ And silently succumbed to countless death.\u201d The poem ends on an optimistic note as the banks of a great river flourish with hope for the starved indigenes; when strategic resource deposits are finally appropriated to the native as Congo is finally \u201chappy and free in the very heart of vast black Africa.\u201d Tragically, Lumumba\u2019s dream too is still to be actualised. The poet himself was brutally murdered in the line of patriotic duty. His story is captured in the documentary \u201cDeath Colonial Style,\u201d a prototypal account of the West\u2019s one-size-fit-all capitalist crusade and its destabilising trail in the third world. Originally taglined the \u201cland of the future,\u201d the Democratic Republic of Congo, is a disheartening trouble spot. According to the International Rescue Committee, between 1998 and 2008 alone, 5.4 million lives were lost to preventable diseases and starvation aggravated by conflict in the country. Lumumba also engages at length the consorting of organised religion with colonialism, slavery and racism. 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