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Footsteps

Ode to Samir Amin (1931-2018)

Volume 15, Issue 2  | 
Published 18/11/2018
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         Rhyming along the sound of guitar

        Cascades my ode to Comrade Samir

 

You have left us, Dear Samir, but your spirit remains

       Whilst I do my yogic meditation to ancient gods

Next to me I see you musing in revolutionary study

        You appear to me in my heavenly trance

Can you hear me Samir, from my earthly stance?

 

Remember, remember that time in November

       When in Oxford you came to Pambazuka

And we talked about imperialism and Africa’s surrender

       Shame, shame, we roared to leaders in Africa

Alas! Their eyes and ears are closed to Africa’s plunder

Alas! Our leaders have put the people in a blender.

 

Darkened are the clouds with NATO hawkish planes

       Bombarding Africa to loot for gold, copper and oils

For the military-industrial-techno-financial chains

        Disembodying Africa, mutilating Africa, for their spoils

Shame, shame, we roar to ruling classes of African compradors

        Corrupted by money and power are our conquistadors

On the starving, dying bodies of our children and progenitors

 

Remember, remember, that time in November, 2012

      When in Dakar we met for the Rapport Alternatif Sur l'Afrique

0n Report Zero of RASA we embellished its theme:

  1. From concept to the reality of Africans
  2. Epistemological archeology of African thoughts
  3. Question of power and its devolution in Africa
  4. Desirable futures in transformative sovereignty
  5. Paradigms, frameworks, criteria, and African contexts

 

You have left us, Dear Samir, but only your body

      Your spirit will continue to fuel the African revolutions

 Until the Empire succumbs and its spineless toddies 

       Will flee to their hidden loots for their final dissolution

 

                       So proud am I Dear Samir

                      To visit you from my earthly stance

 

@Yash Tandon

20 August, 2018


A tribute by Issa Shivji

Samir Amin

My friend
My comrade
weep I can’t
say bye I shan’t

A baobab has fallen
Plants will miss your shade
Shoots will miss your protection
I’ll miss your love & warmth

Your 80th we celebrated
On a Nile cruise
With seminars every morning
You’re first to come 

And last to leave

 

Issa Shivji

Last modified on Sunday, 18 November 2018 23:28

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