Juggernaut Ebola Wars Against Juggernaut Africa - Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Today over Africa I didn't hear the wind's elation only its lament,
For this is not the time for Mother Africa to wax pusillanimous,
For she must be strong as a pharoah and as resilient as the Giza Pyramid.
Under an ochre sky that has now turned macabre and nihilistic,
After Ebola had invaded Mother Africa, Isis wept bitter tears,
That flowed into the coiled Congo and the beautiful Nile,
And Africa's darkness became darker still.
Only today I saw a poignant picture in the newspaper
Of a little black boy child sitting in a sad and solitary manner,
With his future and his chin propped up by a fragile hand,
Quarantined in a care centre in Lokomasama, Sierra Leone,
For Ebola had sheathed Africa with a cloak of trepidation.
As the juggernaut Ebola squares off to battle juggernaut Africa creating another gigantomachy,
As Shaka Zulu formed columns of warriors to fight the invading British,
So too must Africa stand firm as Dahomey, Fante, Fe and Zulu stand together.
O Mother Africa! I weep for you for yet another peril lies at your door.
Child of the Congo! And O Child of the Nile and Liberia!
I shed tears for you that will join with the waters of the Nile!
Was it only yesterday that great kings of Egypt, Ghana and Mali,
Sailed down the waters of the Nile? O Africa! Take heart for
Help will come your way so that your tears will turn to laughter,
And the dictum about''time the devourer of all things''will hold true: tempus edax rerum omnium.
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