(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

by Chime Hilary Uchenna

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Comments (11)

Very fine poem. memories, thank u.
we all be guilty of living too much - good insight
Excellent presentation. Congratulation for this poem as poem of the day.
How complex we are as human beings. Not so easy to simplistically categorize. The same man who steals from his own mother can't control his own tears at her funeral, and all of us are that man in some way. Powerful and deep truth in this relatively harmless appearing poem.
Very nice poem with nice flow. Enjoyed.
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