If the books of history could be written again, I want you to know that I have lived, I have lived in times where the world could never recognised my existence. The world that have never appreciated my talents, when I was here, I wrote my name on walls of fame, I spoke through the mountains of Maluti a Phofung. I rose amongst the best, the hero’s icons of this world.
I was born a leader, loved and hated by some of this world. I was the son of the grades, the pillars of the Ngwane Clan. I lived in the mountains of Maluti and walked in the streets of Africa. I am an African the son of the soil, let those who wished me pain feel my success, those who wished me death feel my presence.
You sing praise in my name and write stories about my life, those prayed for me will pray that my name be known to the corners of this world and those who cursed me will cry till they be know with the trippes under their eyes.
If history could be told generations and generations will tell their children about me, they will tell them how I made my name known to the world and how I made the world see me. The books of history will be written to let those who were not there in my time to know who I was.
My story will never end in my closet, but will be placed on the shelves of our libraries. My life tomorrow will never be worthless to your eyes but a dream to you. Africa will pride herself with the sound of my foot steps and Africa will be known to be the mother of the grade sons and daughters who she gave birth to for them to tell stories about mama Africa.
Where those who have never seen her will wish they were here, mama Africa the continent of our birth will be the place where all Africans who turned their backs from wish they could find their way home. All who have never been to mama Africa will want to see her, will want to be part of her history.
God loves mama Africa and will protect her for her to be a create mother to us all, when they came to Africa they were blinded by her beauty and their hearts filled with greed to have her for themselves, But their greed became their graves.
Some have never felt the love she can give and how kind she can be.
Mama Africa your beauty made the world lost humanity, your beauty made all who sees you to want to have you for themselves and never wanted to share with others of your children.
But your stories are told to the world and how you treated those who came in to you arms.
I say when the read about you they will feel they were here before you.