Africa Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I look towards the east and against the sun -
tonight I swear I'll not sleep a blinking wink:
I'm enturbulated by the grade of the vast terrain,
it surges through my heart like the spear of love:
By night and day, I fully surrender my soul.
I dash upon the urban Cape and pieces of my soul (scattered)are salvaged somewhere in the hinterlands of Angola
and the corner of Sinai - so troubling to behold.
Welcome to the ugly facade of my retarded way to love!

Africa is the truth beneath the sacred lie:
the Holy Bible and the cross upon the calvary of Jerusalem
For her zealous regard of the knowledge of life.
Africa is the dark side
that will never reflect the global light.
This they know so to be, attempts - otherwise -
are either vain or bent on total malice.

Africa is a sizable temple of doom
with a steeple from a tomb and a spire for the blind,
where grudges are harbored and revenge is executed.

In ways known to man and ways yet to be,
man's mind can't be measured by whatever tool -
as thus Africa shall survive to prove.
Man taught of the bible will again
read a book that teaches him scientific power
And then Africa will stand above
the ghastly form of her buried father.
Then, the law of God will come to a long awaited end
and there will follow every other rule of human law - and so will perish the liberty to exalt God.

In very little time Africa will be mentally free
and she will feel the cheer of a mind that is free.
These words are not a classic for the ages
to linger in your praises through eternal life.
Remember that with the times...
Africa my Holy home.