My Blood Line

I search for the drops of blood That marks the footprints of my forefathers Painting the path taken by the great Makololo tribe From the mountains of South Africa To the wetlands of the zambezi river My warrior tribe unfazed by their long quest Sebetoane was the undisputed King of the Makololo tribe A trailblazer by birth and nature, he made the first step Pushed by the great difaqane wars of the early 1800s He collected his tribal elders and made a decision He was going to leave his motherland forever Never to come back The great Makololo tribe, a remnant of the Basotho kingdom Collected their belongings and left Puncturing the heart of southern Africa With their stampeding feet Fighting their way through the desert They were possessed by the great adventurous spirit Giving them courage and strength To fight many battles Many of my tribal men and women were scattered From the mountaintops of our motherland The path of my blood line is broken and disconnected Erased by the great desert winds Swallowed by the immense Okavango delta My tribe is lost within the many tribes of Botswana Drops of my blood line were found in the modern day Caprivi Moving Northward towards the present day Malawi Through the great nation of Zambia The Makololo tribe disappeared Wiped off from the face of the earth By their lust for the unknown Now, the great Makololo tribe live They live in the blood of their sons and daughters Who roam the plains of Southern Africa Disoriented by their lack of identity Misrepresented by their adopted tribes My blood line is forever in limbo I represent the last of my blood line Someone calling in an empty desert Calling those of my blood To listen to their ancestors' call A call to reunite…