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Africa

AFRICA

(to africans in diaspora)

africa here i come, africa
africa of the black soul
the soul of an ancient culture
the culture of your timid tribes.

its your voice i hear africa
your voice of the talking drums
your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter
the metal gong of your town crier

i have come to see your music dance
i have heard of your ageless minstrels
have i not heard of your swinging hips!
i have heard enough and have come to watch
wouldn't you dance for me africa

africa here i come africa
would you not show me to your tribes
the timid tribes of your sweetened tongues
the varied tongues of your virtuous men

africa, black soul africa
tell me about your gods
your gods of the sky and of the mother earth
your gods of the hills and of the rivers abound

show me to your kings africa
your kings of the ancient dynasty
the ancient dynasty of rusted spear and shield
africa, here i come africa

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Comments (5)

Very good attempt, dear poet Chime Hilary Uchenna. I gave a high grade. The poem would be excellent if focussed also on pain, destruction and hope of people.
wow! that was a really good poem. i cant imagine the kind of great joy it is for someone to remember africa. thank for sharing this poem.UCHENNA
Nwa Chime, that was a good attempt, but if I may ask who is the speaker here. I suspect you distanced yourself from the narration, so who could the narrator be. I am asking this because I also want some clarification on the use of the phrase 'Timid Tribes' which occured more than once in the poem. Jisie Ike Nnaa.
I liked your poem very much. You remind me of Okigbo and other African poets writing in English. I hope we will share feelings with each other very soon. Okay?
I think this is really creative, Uchenna. You are truly African, aren't you?