Africa Poem by Lawrence s. Makola

What can I write?
What can I jot down?
How can I place it on a paper?
How can I describe?
How can I make a pen to bubble?
How can I?

When I turn and look around
I am surrounded by beauty
Engulfed by the adorable smell
Shielded by the glorious mountains

Africa my origin
Africa my foundation
Africa my first step
Africa my roots

My life is rooted
In your well nourished soil
My culture is colorfully represented
My pride is buried in you caves

The soil I trample on
Is rich than the heavens
It contains treasures unmatched
Commodities and wealth undisclosed

The lakes I sail on
Stores the waters of life
Provides for the Camel of Africa
It swallows the sins of its nation


You are the stronghold
The mother to the orphans
The lighthouse to the sailor
The fortress to the soldier
The pillar to a building

Botse bjo makatshago
Ditshaba ka bo phara
O mo swana a nnoshi
Bogato bja pele ke bja gago

Through the voice of the child
Nations understand your cry
They surround you shivering and shuddering
Like the lone reed of limpopo

You are a lion in the valley
Roaring once twice is danger
Like a person with swine flu
Sniff once the world is slaughtered

The power abides in you
But still you are blind
You are a god to the nations
But you still ignorant


Africa, why are they interested?
Why are they amused?
Why so much attention?
Why this obnoxious curiosity?


They were oblivious of you
Regarded you as a landfill
The piece of land not attractive
The game reserve for hunting
The disapproval sight ever been

Today continents are looking
At the splendor you have gained
Glamour you displays
The original beauty you acquired


Africa, what have happen?
Tell me who bewitched you
Who put the spell on you?
Tell me so that I can help

They blind folded you
Let you through deep-blackened valley
Left you with sorrow
That no man can move
My Africa wake up