Someone like me
Who speaks my language
And knows what I feel
Not the blond hair, blue eyes
But woolly hair, brown eyes
Someone who comes from within
Not from across the sea
Not the artistic creation
Brought to life
By Michelangelo’s brush
And the Catholic Pope
A black Jesus
Who knows how to be African
Understands my mother tongue
Eats yam and kolanut.
He would not despise my skin
Or castigate my kin
Telling me I’m Ham’s descendant
That’s I’m the white ones’ servant
A black Jesus
Who our leaders would revere
And dare not swear an oath
In his name, unless prepared
Yes he would resurrect
With me and my spirit
We would walk the seas together
And feed the ignorant multitude
Not one that created rifts
And tore my brothers apart
His name painted on slave ships
Used to endorse apartheid
Black Jesus, where are you?
Unsettle my reality
Tell me the devil wears white
Because he is an angel
We need a black Jesus
To free us from this rot
Not the one packaged and sold to us
Sharing birthday with Sun god
Written by: Nwakanma Chika
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
