We are a nation of people Determined like a cripple To face the world without fear And even ruined, we don’t care A nation already in hostage Ruled by cabals as a village Handled by eldritch old males Who charm us like nightingales They have few things in common Always bargaining like a demon And keep promising heavens on earth But accord us nothing of a pennyworth Micromanaged by…
I’m the black child that is now Rising The young plant that was harshly uprooted Very tender from its abode – the equatorial forest I’m the young calf snatched from the savanna herd The cockerel taken at its prime from the woodland roost The black eagle short down from the air of the Kalahari forest I’m the one made to sing in joy my soreness Forced to walk even when my little…
The time for the rise of the black Child Proudly born in the heart of Africa Sharing space with sun, moon and star Learning her history under the Iroko and Baobab With tales and folklores told under the moonlight Running about with other kids in the courtyard Or trotting in the village like fawns in summer days Growing up she learnt to respect the ancestors creed That from the ages « I…
