Izz on conflict and ego

Beneath each conflict, personal and commune; small and large, lies a misunderstanding that could be resolved were egos to be left at the door and love allowed to prevail. - Izz

Conflicts are misunderstandings whose masters are often found to be egos. - Izz

It is when we fail to compromise, when tolerance doesn't characterise the fabric of our hearts that we fight, to death if be, our fellows, forgetting that by doing so, we are fighting our hearts' cry to connect and love. - Izz

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I am what I am

I am big, big as the Himalayas where my fathers played seek and hide on;
I am big, big as the Kilimanjaro that my forefathers medidated on;
I am big, big as the fists of the freedom fighters that fought on;

I am beautiful, beautiful as the sun kissed dunes of the Kalahari;
I am beautiful, beautiful as the moon whose light caress the valleys of St. Lucia;
I am pretty, pretty as the lillies that drape the curves of Tanzania;

I am, I am what I am because Africa is big, beautiful and pretty;
I am, I am what I am because Africa is big, beautiful and lovely;
I am, I am what I am, because I am lucky to be born in the midst of Africa, earths own beauty;

I am strong, strong like the baobab tree whose roots drink in the womb of the earth;
I am strong, strong like the continent's elephant whose footsteps shake the world from South to North;
I am tough, tough like the jaw of the Hyena, whose mysterious force crafted the only face-like continent with its teeth;

I am creative, creative like the meander of the Nile whose motion intrigues minds;
I am creative, creative like the African stars whose twinkle hypnotyzes the gods;
I am smart, smart like the San hunter whose sharpness and speed bedazzles the tigers;

Oh I am good, so good I know the colorful fabrics of Nigeria and Venda celebrate my heritage;
Oh I am worthy, so worthy I know the rain drops of Queen Modjadji celebrate my care for the soil of our climate change age;
Oh my, I am damned great, so great like the water-smoke of the Victoria Falls waters the lillies that beautify heaven's own Main Avenue;

I am, I am what I am because Africa is strong, tough but smart;
I am, I am what I am because Africa is good, worthy but damned great;
I am, I am what I am, because I am lucky to be born in the midst of Africa, earth's own strength;

I am, I am what I am; I am an African;
Like Mbeki sang, sang, sang, and sang again an eternal echo of hope that I am an African;
So I am, I am what I am, because my Africa is beautiful.


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