Native Fly: Africa Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Land of great minds, leaders and subjects
‘Uh, oh no! '
High and low, beauty for sure
Sweet and sour, but sugariness more promising;

East to west, no lazy man in the vast east
Who know not how to compel his brown skin to struggle
Irrespective of preeminent beauty and splendor
Tiling the soil when the sun fries the most
Nor set traps with bamboos to catch wild beast in Tanzania.

There is no true inhabitant of the west
Loathing to let-slip enthusiasm
Dwelling in or outside the marvelous crystalline rocky land
Of a huge Nigeria black, a Ghana brown,
And a Sierra Leone blood red sand.
Calling himself an African
Bearing a black colored name
Loving the African Culture and claims to have heard
Great minds like Mandela,
And wouldn't believe that Africa is destined for greatness.

Is it the enormous Central, historic North or South?
The white and black in shield and craton
Histories, oh great Egypt!
First in many, last in a few
Diverse ethnic groups beautiful cultures, arts and designs.