AFRICA

Our Great motherland
given to us by Eledumare
our diviner
a land of milk and honey
a fortified land of nature
where the river of life flowed from has been sabotaged with the blood of our loved ones

Agony and pain has been our clothes worn on us by our saviours
who chameleoned our hearts to black and kept its people in awe!

Our blood our strength
Our imbue our mirth
deep feelings for one another
fresh in us like cool breeze
has been smouldered
from crock crow till chicken roost

Our men of indubitable valour bestored with unconquerable spirits
ruthless at war
gigantic in size
has been defeated by our dogmatic saviours

Our Great motherland
whose citadel we run to for anchor
to whom our prayers of bountiful harvest and fortification is rendered to
has been defiled and abandoned

We were seen as strange beings
jumping up and down the river bank
making horrid faces

Our milieu they converted to colony
they introduced Christianity which was seen as the poetry of the new religion
with hymn about brothers who sat in darkness and in fear haunted thier souls

Our bequeathed heroes whose arduous work and knowledge we cherished were reprimanded
Our cultures norms and traditions were whittled leaving behind thier hazy culture

No rush will cause us to despairing claim
our lives they made not simple but tough
going along the kutcha
a muddled path

We will validate the cosmic string of harmony
hearing the symphonic beats we will be entranced no matter the fissure galore.

By
Marvy Miller
22|02|2017