Wind - Rush, Banana -Boat

No need to cuss

No need to swear

I won’t take an oath

But sink or float

By the rivers of Babylon, I won’t take a note

Innocent children of Africa

Brutally torn from the bosoms of our dear Mother,

Mama Africa

And the hapless loins of our beloved Father,

Papa Africa

Gang-raped and butchered

Thrown upon the bloody oceans of brutality

Locked into the deadly trans-atlantic triangle

Blood, sweat and tears

Death slavery and captivity

Desecrating the painful journey

Violating our sacred ancestry

Suppressing and stagnating the retentive African memory

Then came the wars of the century

Decimating the so-called greatness of Britain

And the victims of slavery, were summoned to the rescue

Defending and reconstructing the slave master’s country

The homes of our “frienemy”.

Now that’s the highest expression of any humanity!

Wind-Rush, Banana-Boat

No need to cuss, no need to swear.

I won’t take an oath,

But sink or float,

By the rivers of Babylon

I won’t ever take a note

Now I’m talking to you!

And you! And you!

And the whole world knows who

I’m talking to

What will you do for Mama Africa

In cultivating a new foundation for the future?

And it’s now or never!

Wind-Rush, Banana-Boat

No need to cuss, no need to swear,

I naah tek noh oath,

But sink or float

By the bloody rivers of Babylon

I naah hold a note!

Wind- rush banana-boat.