Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Samora was not a statue waiting to happen,
he was motion,
he was a wind in fatigues,
a song marching in dust boots,
a doctor who traded scalpels for strategy
because sometimes the disease is not in the body
but in the borders,
drawn by greedy hands in far-away parlours
lined with maps and arrogance.
Mozambique was not free yet,
but Samora spoke like freedom was late,
not impossible.
#Sankofa #BlackHistoryMonth #SpokenWord #AfricanHistory #SamoraMachel
Samora was not a statue waiting to happen,
he was motion,
he was a wind in fatigues,
a song marching in dust boots,
a doctor who traded scalpels for strategy
because sometimes the disease is not in the body
but in the borders,
drawn by greedy hands in far-away parlours
lined with maps and arrogance.
Mozambique was not free yet,
but Samora spoke like freedom was late,
not impossible.
#Sankofa #BlackHistoryMonth #SpokenWord #AfricanHistory #SamoraMachel










