The Wiseman From Africa Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In many stories, you never hear of this man or woman
He is subdued and oftentimes neglected
He has no hordes of photographers to follow him
Like a burning tree, he will perish with his secrets
His seeds will be obliterated by the fire of obscurity
There is something interesting about wisdom
It never chooses a certain place or location
Its nest is already present in all of us
But there are certain conditions that need to prevail
Before the mystery of wisdom can start to lay its sacred eggs
The Wiseman from Africa is one of those poems
Where the mystery is folded in an enigma
To break it open, you don't need hands
You need spiritual eyes to see the latch on its forehead
There are no words inscribed on it though
It's the prescription of Silence that gives it away
The Wiseman from Africa has found the portal of mysteries
No other academic description can describe his new found state of awareness
It's not born out of the open canvas of the African wilderness
Or distilled from the natural African herbs
It is the most abundant phenomenon in all of the Universe
That pervades his body, mind and soul Conquering every one of his senses
Silence is the key to this enigma
It has no explanation or root cause
It's not a disease or birthmark
Silence is the garment that opens every avenue of wisdom
And the Wiseman from Africa has found its nest
Usually, it builds its nest in Eastern philosophies
Or in ancient Greek mythologies
But this time, it did not want an old sacred bowl
Or a piece of ancient wood
It settled for a common log, where it ignited its sacred fire
Like a Phoenix, it has to rise out of its own ashes
And occupy the fabric of existence
Silence, Wisdom and Africa are not usually mentioned in one template
But the dawn of enlightenment began in Africa
It is an ancient place, full of mysteries, most of them hidden under the sand dunes of the kalahari and Sahara deserts
Some of them swallowed by the passing of time
The Wiseman from Africa is not a pure coincidence or a political masquerade
It is a taste of all things possible, a real journey of life
To all of humanity, God gives gifts, but it is the neglected gift that holds the key to Mankind's Spiritual Awakening
Listen to the Wiseman from Africa
It's a poem about Nothingness, Consciousness and illumination
Thank you