Africa!
Your fauna, your flora, i yearn
In summer, winter or autumn
Yet your deep ravines, vast landscapes
Dwells serpents of the west
That suck from your veins
And reap what they sow not.
Africa!
Biting into my belly is the pain,
Like a spear through my guts
So is the intruder!
In camouflage, silhouetting:
Like a black shadow indeed!
All but to rob us of our gems!
Africa!
You ought to save your blood
From the cunning vampires,
That stoop like marino sheep
Yet their souls are bloodthirsty.
Brutaloty, murder, rife on motherland,
Save your people from the gallows.
Africa!
The gems you gave us,
Were they bestowed in vain or disdain?
Africa, you are on the horns of a dilemma
Until you swallow your offspring
And save them from these masked monsters.
Africa! its now or never.
...a staunch African poet. I can sense the voice of the oppressed 'yearning' for liberation. This is in line the poems of the African pioneer poets. However, if you have to revisit the poem, i think you should look at summer, winter or autumn, those are not African climate conditions. Conditions like Harmattan, rainy and dry seasons are familiar with us. I truelly enjoyed this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave utterances set aside for deep reflective thought. An insightful, patriotic rendition written with conviction.