Africa My Africa
Poetry

Africa my Africa
A Rhema of cultures
Stocked traditions
Faded beliefs
Blocked streams
It’s now dawn
Yesterday, yesterday
It’s never yesterday
Sagehood was of white-haired
Palm wine was used to wash the eyes
Farmland crowned a man
Food was still original
Dancing footsteps was a celebration of tradition
Parents handed down history to their folks
The nights were virtuous
The morning carried great messages
Sweet virginity
Glorious vegetation
Blessed soils
Crude minerals
We are close to heaven’s gate
Black faces
Cracked feet from long shoeless journeys
Untouched beauty
Fallen biography
Great men lay breathless four feet
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