If you are a patriot and you are an objective observer, this piece is your new favorite write-up from the UnBorn Album. Welcome to this week’s episode of the Mwene Friday Poetry(MFP) series. There are a lot of things that people say about the Northern part of Malawi and its people. Everyone is entitled to opinions so am I. This is the 10th poem according to the tracklist of my album and it’s one of those pieces I love immensely. Before I even waste any of your time, let’s jump straight to it! Enjoy the read.
The Boy From Misuku
Written by Joseph Daniel Sukali
I'm a Northman… From the furthest end of the country Where the hoes are taller than one's limbs The neglected and forgotten part of this beautiful country The Tanzanians treat us better and support us more than our own government I'm from the most forestry reserved area A place where the languages are numerous more than every other region combined This is a place where you don't see children abandoned by their fathers Single mother headed homes that are rampant elsewhere, are taboo here Family ties are held firmly and we are all related here when we dig a bit This is why when in diaspora you will never see us abandon each other You may call it selfishness but it's our family code, The Northern Code Never let mwanawakwithu suffer when you can help We believe in the power of unity It's not nepotism when we put mwana wasibweni on a job with the hard-earned flying color qualifications You see that's the difference. Where I am from, we work tirelessly to get a good education so that we can work for this country that ignores us While some of you ignore this education and go work for a country whose people despise your country and you as a people You don't properly educate your children and expect them to get the same jobs our sons and daughters have sacrificed 20 years for? You are such a joke. So before you start calling a Northman, a selfish, nepotistic citizen, be sure you understand where we come from Understand the many years of being ignored and the subjection to chronicle poverty and under-development I won't talk of how the whole region has no descent airport Or that the most decorated government institution building is the reserve bank or the prison on the other corner That's not my focus. But I need you to understand that a Northman is just a soldier with too many bullet holes. His pride comes from a place of struggle Not all was made for the Northman, he had to strategize and go snatch it It's not a joke that I and my brothers were motivated to work hard in school just to see Blantyre You see our Northern capital is the same size as a street in your capital So bare with us sometimes when we get overwhelmed when we walk your streets Where I'm from its just forests and mining companies trying to exploit our minerals We are from the jungle so the code is sacred We leave no brother nor sister out For we still feel like strangers in this part of our country Regardless of how much control we have From the Flames, the Queens, and any other circle that the Northman dominates We still feel like our essence is under attack There's too much envy and jealousy in an effort to discredit our credibility It's like everyone else is battling to put us under When we are busy fighting hunger, ignorance, and inequality The most ironic part is that while we fight for justice, they fight against us Why can't we fight the common enemy and enjoy the fruits together? You see, this antagonism is the reason I came prepared I know you will have negative things to say about me regardless of these facts You will still want to make fun of my people and project your hate on this too You know what, you’re welcome, but the truth still remains and I hope it hurts you more if your bitter heart is not willing to change We have faced too much already and there is nothing that would surprise us at this moment We have learned to work twice better than an ordinary citizen in order to get the same opportunity But I hope you will one day wake up and appreciate the Northman His gifts and overflowing talents His contribution and his sacrifice His pride and patriotism His intellect and work ethic I hope you will look beyond the too dark skin and the untouchable dialect in the languages Till you realize that, you will never enjoy the fruits of the roots from the spirits of the northern forests So When they ask you where I reign from_ you must tell them: The thick bushes of the north Where we drink sour milk on the mountain top with the ancestors Where the asangoma still lead us in sacrificial prayers in crisis Where we still call and chase the rains with word of the mouth Where people have mastered the art of witchcraft They would have your skeleton disappear and leave you a pile of flesh and blood And When they ask you who I am_you will tell them: I am a prophet sent by the forefathers of the Northern Hills I'm a medium linking the living and the dead I'm a believer in witchcraft and a gifted intellectual I'm a believer in the one creator but not a Christian nor a Muslim I'm a believer in the source energy and the ancestors I'm a global citizen, African-Malawian I'm a north man I'm a boy from Misuku Hills
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