Black as the starlit sky,
Moist as the heavens earth,
I wear my coat of oil,
For God's greatest creation I know.
My ancestors blood,
Flows through my vains,
Their toils are my gains,
They clothe me in this finest garment,
For which I am forever proud.
So brothers and sisters,
Don't let your heart be troubled,
For our ancestors took care of our hardships,
So shake out your oil garments,
And lets walk through our golden streets,
Proud and Joyful.
Thandeka Best
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