(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)


Heap of wood,
Kindle the fire in Africa!
With narrow windows above the guardrooms.
To the African civilizations,
Unique and creative;
With cultures and edifices to tell a story.
In the middle of the desert road,
From the orient and the occident;
On the mountain skirts and forests to tell a stroy.
Where are the Executives?
Of fresh and natural colours;
The epics and the braveries will greet you.
Where are the Legislatives?
The modus operandi is based on culture! !
Where, the governments rules with tribalism.
Where are the Judiciaries?
Like the artistic works around;
But, nature's love is what we share in Africa!
Heap the wood,
Multinationals with spoken languages;
Is there any hope for us? Oh Africa!

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Comments (5)

Languages in Africa! ! ! ! ! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.
Never give up hope. Good luck to all of Africa.
'Is there any hope for us? Oh Africa! ' - The poet's cry should ring a bell. Loved the poem with well expressed emotion.
Is there any hope for us? Oh Africa! Yes, future belongs to Africa. Another wonderful poem.
Heap the wood oh Africa, beautiful poem ever composed. Thanks.