Do not abuse me, my African brother

MY AFRICAN brother, Safa saphela isizwe esimnyama, safa. But this time sicedwa obhuti bethu (this time we are killed by our brothers).

Is this the freedom utata Mandela fought for? Is this the freedom the youth of 1976 fought for? That we must turn against each other and prey on one another?

My African brother, yes, I might not be your blood sister but, I am a daughter, I am a sister, I am a wife, I am a mother, I am a friend, I am a neighbour, I have people that love me and will mourn me when I am gone.

My African brother, when I see you, I should proudly run to you and not run from you. I should find comfort in you and not die at your hands. I should be cared for by you and not raped by you.

I should be protected by you and not abused by you. Well not forgetting my African queen, my African queen, stop running for men with monies.

Study and show yourself approved so that you can afford to buy those things you want from him. Focus on your studies so that you don’t stay umeqala ukukushaya Ama Brazilian weaves nama long nails are not worth your life.

Respect your African brother and honour him. If you feel that he is not man enough for you, walk away and do not disrespect his manhood.

My African queen, think twice before you utter yet another word.

Remember that you have parents, siblings, children, friends, colleagues who will mourn you when you are gone.

My African brother, care for your African queen. Roodepoort