Treasure Island

Siyabonga A Nxumalo

(South Africa)

I am an African


Not because im black.
But because my heart warms
And tears run down my face
When i think about AFRICA.

I am an African,
Not because i live here,
But because the African
Sun lit my paths.
Because the air that i breath
Is from these majestic mountains.

That air nurtured me
Growing up.

I am an African,
Not because i can speak
Swahili, Shona, Zulu or Xhosa.
But because my heart is
Shaped like a question mark,
Just like AFRICA.

I am an African,
Not because i am black,
But because my umbilical cord
Is burried under the majestic
Mountains of AFRICA.

Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012

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  • Lawrence S. Pertillar (3/22/2014 9:58:00 AM)

    I too am proud. Not because I am black or of African descent.
    I am proud to acknowledge my heritage is attached.
    And to be aware and accepting is a fact that you have depicted,
    so well. So honest. And...with compassion. Wonderful are your writings. (Report) Reply

  • John Westlake (3/15/2014 5:11:00 PM)

    It's good to see someone showing support for where they were brought up. And support for the right reasons. Well put (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (6/29/2013 10:52:00 AM)

    Beautiful homage to your homeland and your humanity. I like the format of your poem also. (Report) Reply

  • Phiwe Mbatha (6/13/2013 4:00:00 PM)

    (Ja ne') Kwazisholo izingane. Kwangathi abantu bangafunda ukuthi ukuba ngum-Afrika akukhona ukuphatha isagila ugqoke nebheshu, futhi akuzona izindlovu nalamabhubesi abawabuka ku-discovery channel, Respek! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (6/3/2013 6:31:00 AM)

    Your poem speaks of a true love for your country. No
    matter what goes on there should be a sense of belonging
    to the place of your heritage. The beautiful wildlife, nature,
    the people all live in a very special bond of existence. God bless
    Africa and all of the nations on earth. Peace to my brothers and
    sisters. An excellent write. (Report) Reply

  • Ofentse Mercy Hajane (4/8/2013 4:54:00 PM)

    Well, like they always say,
    we are all people Afo-rui-ka.

    Should we shout out loud to the stars above:
    Africa our Begining
    Africa our ending.

    lovely.
    :) (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (10/8/2012 10:44:00 PM)

    when I walk the earth where it is I was born
    I feel its hands touching my heart
    telling me son it's time you came home
    The river the sands the trees are in me
    Telling me son this where you should be
    don't leave or spare another day
    come home come home come home to stay (Report) Reply

  • Madina Morris (9/14/2012 9:30:00 AM)

    ...WOW, this poem is powerful, yet warm and sweet. i like it. It also gave me another poem to write, stay tuned brother dearest, and you too will be feeled with power, warmth, and sweetness ;) (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (6/9/2012 3:49:00 AM)

    i can sense the heat of the patriotic fire burning in you! ! It's such a lovely piece! ! ! I enjoyed it a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (5/14/2012 7:44:00 PM)

    Yes my brother, maybe we are not the children of a society built into a country, but the children of a certain piece of earth connected through umbilical cord. No matter where we go or what we become, grains of it may stay in our blood. It will be a great deciding line of our being. I followed a child of two trying to go upstairs with a pair of adult slippers on. It took almost an hour. Tenaciously, patient, one by one worked hard to the last step refusing any adult help. No one taught the child to do that but maybe the land was born on. Hardly enough, rough, with nature's anger hitting any time you have to work hard to survive. Could there be a strong connection between us and our land? Maybe, only maybe. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Gondwe (5/11/2012 12:03:00 PM)

    The wording was amazing and the flow of the poem was just so good. I loved how you appreciate our mother africa, we really have to be proud of where we come from no matter what happens in it. I feel proud to be african just reading this. (Report) Reply

  • Malaya Roses (3/23/2012 6:45:00 AM)

    Respect to the poet... as he proudly know what it takes to live as a man with pride and patriotism! ! !
    Excellent piece! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Jinal Oswal (3/21/2012 6:49:00 AM)

    Siya.... I love Africa too... Right from the sand to the sky that covers Africa... from the huts to the people of Africa and straight to its vast, distinct, colorful and beautiful culture.... A real wonderful poem :) I am loving it! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (3/19/2012 4:03:00 PM)

    A VERY PATRIOTIC POEM, ONE SHOULD BE PROUD OF HIS ROOTS, HOME LAND, MOTHER LAND, FATHERLAND, LAND OF THE BIRTH....AND SHOULD BE FAITHFUL TO HER(MOTHER LAND) THIS EVOKES NATIONALISM BUT ONE SHOULD CAUTIOUS NOT TO CROSS THE LIMIT AND BECOME CHAUVINISTIC, REALLY A GREAT POEM. (Report) Reply

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