Mother Africa's Blessing_ Poem by HAZEEM OLADIPUPO OLUWATOBI KAZEEM

I am Africa's son, born of her womb,
Cleansed in Olokun's waters, nature's sacred tomb.
My ancestors' fortification, sweet and strong,
Courses through my veins, all day long.

Daughters of Oduduwa, mothers of might,
Weavers of night's glory, shining bright.
In night markets, they vend, beans cake ablaze,
Fried with life's blood, sacred, mystic ways.

Their throne, carved by ancestral hands,
I sit, assured, in their steadfast stands.
Like solid rocks, they anchor me fast,
Eagle-like, soaring, prey in sight at last.

Not common birds, but goddesses true,
Wining with ignorance's blood, dining anew.
Second to none, but gods themselves,
Fortifying me, against wicked spells.

Mother Africa, back me with your might,
Shield me from charms, and witching night.
I hold your rugged, resilient back,
Guiding me through life's labyrinthine track.