Treasure Island

kelvin karani


OUR AFRICA


OUR AFRICA *for David Diop, ‘Africa’
This is Africa,
your Africa
With an arc of a back
Tilling with thick fingers
For new masters

The white flower died
to live differently
It always blossomed
amid pale and sickly
Black, Black flowers

The blood in your veins
once aroused you
to die for posterity
So with a love true
you died for our prosperity

But amongst us
sellouts emerged
selling Africa for a pence
like you in antiquity
in the malls of mercantility

Yes, this is Africa
Yours, mine, ours
But not the replica
of the one with warriors
Cowardice here reigns

There’s a hope though
that the warrior blood
now flowing in us
will not clot and rot
making us the impotent man
before a newly married wife

Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009

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