High prices, low wages, oh poor Africa.

You talk about prices

But tell me a single item whose price has gone up?

In the past a mere thirty shillings,

Could buy me clothes and shoes,

And enough flour for my belly.

Today I get two hundred shillings a month

And it can’t even buy insecticide enough

To kill a single bedbug.

African employers are no different

From Indian employers

Or from the Boer white landlords.

They don’t know the saying

That the hand of the worker should not be weakened

They don’t know the phrase “increased wages”

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  • obikelvin on Oct 24, 2009

    Great post! I like it so well. Keep the blackest girl.May the spirit of our ancestors guide you as you live in peace. I can see that your effort is speedily growing out of sight.Hard work will obviously pay off.We have to face the bull by its horns. “He who fights and runs away needs to fight another day”

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