Africa My Bosom Poem by Boitumelo Oliphant

Like the Twa, the tutsi and the hutu peoples in the kingdom of Burundi I claim your core
Flawless Dances I see in the Mount of Cameroon, home to the native makossa and bikutsi melody as I realise solace.
Like the worst of the worst…in Mr Obiang’s collage of Equatorial Guinea I refuse to let go
I grumble at my dilute in my advocate’s absentia Mr Haile Selassie for by his tally a panacea was realised for the oldest site of human existence known to boffins, Ethiopia. I should have made mine realised by my solace’s carrier?
I build towards you in a trance like an unintended crescent formed by the guinea Conakry as it curves from its western border
I am changing my name to missing you as Malawi changed its’ to the warm heart of Africa and Johannesburg otherwise called the city of gold did likewise.
Conversely, my partita is of no worth as I behold a hand around your hand, a meta against your meta, and a foot against your floor.
Should I plead my case or let my solitude peak my stature?
Should I contempt gravity and challenge my muskies or should I lay down and consider my shed as I let go?
Like Nigeria’s bargain let the heart of your core decline the acclaimed deity of this adversity as it bolts us out of a hint, into an actuality.
As I lay mine head tonight, forget all but this, I will soon have you to my bosom and Africa… will be saved.