Slavery in South Africa

Echos of my Heart

​Merits awarded to the victors of the war. Trumpets sounded as they match four by four. Their faces covered with mud, Their body carried by water like a bud. Forced by hardship out of their forefathers' land, Roaming without an end. Our w ...

Africa, my Africa

Africa, my continent Africa my beloved continent The mother of nations and worlds about From thy dark rich soils, you have produced wealth On thy soils, thy children plough riches. Africa, my land Africa my beautiful land Out of thee, beautiful arts ...