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My Black Child

My Black Child

O child of endless potentials,
Farther than the horizon.
Let the iron-cap covering you thoughts,
Fly away like a hopeless hawk.
Into the lifeless desert shall hover it,
Until the earth stands still.
For inevitable, Is your arrival.

Hearing your cries the forests mourn,
Your humiliation causes the sun to shed tears.
Upon your extinction the dawn would retire,
And history would sustain severe injuries,
Oozing smells than the shrew,
Wound that can never heal in your absence.
Memories would taste bitter.
And the eyes would forever swim,
In a gloomy pool of blood.

But your nurture is priceless,
More invaluable than an ocean of cowries.
Your smiles radiates hope,
Even to the rusty glasses.
Looks so promising,
Flaunts your visionary eyes,
The gateway to boundless possibilities,
Yearning for justice and peace.
Yet, your innocence exudes superlative fragrance,
Eagerly savoured by the heavenly bodies.

In your absence,
human race looks gloomy,
And assumes an incomplete story.
Because you are invaluable to her,
More than the bride is to the groom.
More than darkness is to the dusk.
Than the light is to the eyes,
More are you,
To the surface of the earth.
Yes, that's how you are!

The stereotype is already shedding,
Like the yellow dead leaves,
Departs from the branches of the Iroko.
And the world will briskly exclaim,
With a voice stronger,
Than the words of a wooden gong,
That; You are a human eminently,
A terrific creature.
Yes, that's what you are.

One day, surely one day,
The world will assemble,
Chanting to your feats,
Like the gathering at the village square.
There your light will sparkle alfresco,
With the stars guarding your feet,
Shining vehemently;
Like black,
Like to end,
The mortality of man.

So rise, O black child!
For your fate is brill.
Don’t rest on the dump of neglect,
Like did the diffident broken calabash.
For within is your power to explore.
The nature stands strong behind you,
Than the pillars of an endlessly tall mansion.
Your future dazzles,
Than the noon sun frying the earth,
On a day of doom.
And decoding the blinding rays,
Humanity would reaffirm:
That’s a black child,
A child of bodacious destiny.
Yes, that’s who you are.

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