THE LAB○UR ○F ○UR PAST HER○ES WILL NEVER G○ IN VAIN.

THE LAB○UR ○F ○UR PAST HER○ES WILL NEVER G○ IN VAIN.

Ashes was the powder on their faces,
Scars became their tattoos, Chains was the ornaments around their necks, Rocks was the pillow they rested their heads

Their sweats never got dry even in the cold, Bl00d was their coverings when they ran out of sweat.

Despite the odds, our forefathers stood tall in the midst of challenges, They fought the battle of destiny to their last breath.

They didn’t took flight even before the fright, They fought for freedom even in their own kingdoms.

They remained strong even in the presence of d.eath, Their thick muscles was perforated with the strength of angry b.ullets

They went through the shames to cover the nakedness of their future generations.

Awake Africans we are not co.wards, our fathers are warriors, we are Africans not African’t

THE LAB○UR ○F ○UR PAST HER○ES WILL NEVER G○ IN VAIN.