I am like a face book status
Updated by God
You can click "like" on me
Hate me or ignor me
Only the updater above can delete me
You can not delet what you have not updated

Even if you think I'm lame or outdated
Send me your sweet bitter and better comments
I'm a status of vilage children
Singing and dancing after the rain.
I'm a status of township children
Singing and dancing on top of courigated iron
Poverty branded with banded dream
Yet still hoping for a better tomorrow without sorrow
I revive hope lost deep on liquer in the shebins
Where yesterday dreamers tell tales
Of what they used to be

I am galvanised with freedom of expression
I am a sweating passion of African fesion
My ticket to a gig of life given by God is with me
I am a township cheff marinating chicken
With dust spices feeding the leaders of tomorrow

I am a house builder without a house
I am a motor mechanic without a car
I am a hustler in the streets selling dreams of Jamaica
"Brotherman one love"
I am a status of my own
The child of Africa given birth by Africans
I am the status of my own happiness
I dance to the rythm of African songs
I am a status, updated by God.