Something New Something Old…
Don’t we all, always feel gold.
Come the last Tuesday of every month,
Or a poetry sesson just gone past.
We are going to have an exciting evening either way
And that’s what we have to say
Colors of our beautiful world,
We represent as its gracious citizens.
From the Chair to the Orators,Always shedding guiding light
We sing poems spanning generations
Whether old school or new School,
We relate to songs of praise, Sorrow and more praise. FANANI FLAVA
We are traditional chefs, Cooking up local authentic lessons.
We are contemporary artists,
Drawing on culture to break regressive myths.
We are painters, Placing on canvas
Directions to our lives for tomorrow FANANI FLAVA
We laugh, we play, we eat, we sip,
We are anything and everything that’s good and positive.
We exist and co-exist anywhere.
And everywhere prior to and after our sessions,
Because we carry with ourselves a loving smile,
The kind that extends a mile of support,
Joy and reflection of that positive change,
We all desire to see in our world FANANI FLAVA!
By Sunday Kapesi.