My Conversation With Diaspora And Mama Africa Poem by Emeka GOC

My Conversation With Diaspora And Mama Africa


Akabuland, Africa, Akabuland
Half of your brain is abroad
Greatly ingenious, immensely prospering
Self-ostracised from you oh land
Caused to develop a tunnel view abroad
Are you calling them back or are they migrants for posterity?


As years prolonging, history evolving
Sacred facts silently but vastly dissolving
Into managing terrorism of forced religions
Aided by conflicts of tribal contexts in the land
A protracted feud of supremacy of regions


Once I deliberated with the words arrested
Overpowering, impounding or detaining individual,
Sometime, supported by law, just or unjust, just arrested
The origin of who arrest you remains unclear and individual
Just as other reasons of arresting is enslaving


Africans in diaspora are you not free to leaving
Back to Africa to help argue and set the terms in saving
Setting a theoretical procedural acts of detaining failing continent
From crumbling on the vast kwashiorkor masses leaving
As refugee to nations that depended on Nigeria to survive.in the continent


A conversation with Africa and diaspora audiences
Is the interrogation of your relationships?
Your presentation to the citizens, the audiences
Relationship with the local political dependencies
Not forgetting physical acts in deterring the decadence


In preventing them injuring and damaging posterity
To our sacred customs and traditional relationships
Supporting integrity and characters and honour
Investigating offences, setting and deterring opulence's
By the way can you affect changes at all?
Do you have the influences, the wherewith all?


Who can then call the politicians to order, to act upon?
Who can enforce justice in Africa, in and out of bar?
Which authorities can take care of these decadences?
Sanity in the sand is sacrosanct, it's unabdingbar
None exists in the land, none for now, none agreed-upon


We need the one with the soundness of mind
One with verified characters and proven rationalities
Traceable good mental, spiritual health and judgements
I know this topic evokes all faceted controversies and judgements
What matters most is the state and the consciousness of mind


Tonight, I am speaking to my people
In the language of the diaspora
With salted butter of slangs of diaspora
I don't care whether understood by the people
Rather am concerned about how my words come thru
How close I sound like the white crew


I am speaking tonight, from the royal lions of Africa
From a popular Africa dynasty, I demand audience(ship
I demand also an unrestricted and undistributed viewership
We have lived in diaspora for ages; don't care of mental health of Africans
We demand recognition and a place in the annals of Africa
Traced the earliest Africans abroad, their children and grand childness
Related to the continent because, unable to clean off the blackness.


Have ever considered to be affiliated with Africa
The share the excruciating pains of being African
The trauma and lingering pain of being Igbo
The stigma, barrage of obstacle, Nigeria set against Igbos?


We still hope to capture the light
We are still the activities to be heard
The moment the giant of Africa will arise

All its citizens will celebrate freedom
Feel freely and live in freedom
Recognised for their work and rise
Respected for who they are and be heard
Hope, at the end of the tunnel, a blazing light