Call Of Mother Africa Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Now, a rebirth; the Renaissance
A Renaissance of lost ideals.
Then..............
Into the cauldron of the boiling mire
Were we Africans thrown;
Robbed of our identity and patrimony;
Left like unrobed poltergeists to wander the wide world,
Until Mother Africa calls
And ignites the flame of our ancestral fires.

Like the wind in the trees she calls now;
''My sons and my daughters, come to me
Come in humility
And learn of your identity.''
The wisdom that built the Great Pyramid of Giza calls
Which wisdom aeons ago quietly stood at Nile's delta
Now to build modern-day Sphinxes and Pyramids.

Come! And feel the Sudan's Sun
And the Dogon mastery of Binary Sirius
Sniff the vast bleakness of Sahara's dust..........
Listen to Nigeria's expansive potency
As lengthy waterways of Nile and Niger
With Reptilian glee, stretch away
Beyond the horizons of tomorrow
Amidst diverse species of flora and fauna
That speak a unique language in their habitat pristine.

O! Come and feel the power that is Africa,
Mother Africa, the awakening juggernaut
A pulsating, reverberating power
That furiously drums Her vigour...............
Ashanti, Gallas and Mandingo
Proud atavistic breasts
That beat a living message of Hope!