My Lord, I call upon You, in mercy and in might,
I ask You now to guide me, as I take my pen to write,
Let me speak the truth with wisdom, clear and bright,
This poem that I offer, sets the truth in light.
Mwanakwetu, when i heard, a message filled with
wonder,
A relative informed me, news that struck like thunder,
That envoys of human rights were blocked from coming over,
My heart was left in question, my thoughts in restless wonder.
I searched with great determination, here and
there i went,
I found reports so weighty, with deep disturbance sent,
That those who planned to visit, with purpose well intent,
Had their journey halted, before it was even spent.
They wished to come and witness, the state
within our land,
Democracy and justice, and how our laws now stand,
After elections held, that left a troubled strand,
In October’s heavy sorrow, across the nation’s span.
The visit had been postponed, to give some
time and grace,
For inquiry and findings, to carefully take place,
But when the report was issued, it stirred a tense embrace,
With citizens divided, in thought and in their stance.
Yet in the end, permission was never granted
through,
No reasons were provided, no clarity in view,
And many started asking, what truth they tried to subdue,
As fear began to settle, where silence only grew.
Global institutions, when coming in goodwill,
Seek justice and transparency, not dominance or will,
But turning them away now, creates a greater ill,
As pressure from the outside continues rising still.
Europeans in the past, extended helping hands,
Billions came in aid, supporting various plans,
But now they call for justice, across our growing lands,
And pause their aid awaiting reforms that truly stand.
Mwanakwetu remembered, his youthful school-day
years,
At Tambaza Secondary, with struggles, doubts, and fears,
Classrooms leaking badly, toilets worn by years,
Until help arrived and wiped away those tears.
From distant lands they came, our brothers
from afar,
They helped rebuild the school, improving what we are,
And there I came to realize, true bonds go beyond scar,
Not words but deeds define us, and show us who we are.
And now we turn them away, without a word
explained,
Is this a wise decision, or truth being restrained?
Or is it but concealment, where clarity is chained,
Leaving people in darkness, with questions unexplained?
Many nations in the world have taken such a
road,
Rejecting truth and inquiry, denying justice owed,
Yet suffering increased beneath that heavy load,
While citizens endured without relief bestowed.
Mwanakwetu now declares, with openness and
clarity,
We cannot accept decisions that reject accountability,
Our bond with them is lasting, rooted deep in history,
Our shared past and bloodlines remain a living legacy.
Leaders, hear the voices rising from the land,
Give clear explanations so all may understand,
If reasons truly exist, let them openly stand,
So truth and justice flourish, firm across the land.
And if there are no reasons, to block that
visit’s way,
Then let that choice be canceled without further delay,
For Tanzania belongs to all, not one alone to sway,
Let justice and transparency guide us every day.
And now I end these verses, with clarity and
grace,
Brotherhood cannot be broken by borders we embrace,
Europe and Tanzania, by history interlaced,
Let us not destroy that bond through actions made in haste.
Composed by Adeladius Makwega from Mbagala
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