What my name is

Identity is complex but interesting. Many aspects of our lives can define us without really elucidating the mystery of who we are. Ignoring who they are is for some people a reason to worry, or feel lost. 
For others, defining oneself is just too restricting and they'd rather consider what matters to them at any given time. This is a reflection not on who I am, but on what fuels me. 

Let me play,

It's my game.

Give me a day,

I'll tell you my name.

It's a long story

But I'll cut it short, no worry.

Fatou is one of a warrior,

One that should inspire terror,

Terror to Sheitan and his.

An angel, may she rest in peace! 

Fatou was Gabin,

Fatou was Yaye

And now, Fatou is Baka.

Baka, the epic name.

Coming from Nder's flame,

Derived from Braak,

It brings me back

To the beautiful history,

The one hidden by slavery,

The one I consider History of Senegal.

If the books disagree, ich mir egal.

Baka, I want to know more,

I can't pretend anymore

That colonialism is our only glory.

I won't hear the traditional sorry.

Just take it as history

Not to repeat the same story.

Isn't my case lost though

If the Saharawis aren't even free?

They can't hear the oui,

Oui to freedom! 

Let's ask the kingdom,

Why does Africa still have a colony?

Sure this ain't the end of the story.

History won't be repeating,

It's just continuing.

Independence is a word, an utopia.

The words from Senghor and Nkrumah

Didn't make it as real as the fights.

Yes, literature turned on lights,

But whose?

The Africans contributing to the massacre?

The outsiders benefiting from the disaster?

Divide and reign was their powerful motto

They probably understood that YOCO.

"You only colonize once so don't go

Stay, dominate and steal

Choose your pawns to make a good deal.

The continent for cars and residences,

Just make it more subtle than before Independences."

Our leaders accepted to reveal and sell

The secret of our soil's spell!

Disaster there was when fathers sold

Disaster there is as my brothers still hold

The pain from humiliation

Instead of taking this as a lesson

To be strong and fight back

Weapons free, to claim victory 

For our Africanity as I see Cheikh Anta

For our freedom or Madiba's

For our nation builders, our Heras

Asante Mama Africa!

It's no more a game.

Let me say 

On my roots, and everything I am

That I am going to fight sans états d'âme 

For these warriors that fought for me,

For this continent that was born into me.

Fatou Baka Diop