Nakomitunaka Ooh, Nako Poem by Hebert Logerie

Nakomitunaka ooh, nakomitunaka ooh
I ask myself often a plethora of questions too
Many times, I said to myself: oh no, no, no
Brother Muhammad Ali talked about that also
Black people came from somewhere special
Like everybody else under the celestial
Umbrella. Africa is the Mother of Humanity
Do you understand the meaning of that?
Blacks make Whites, but the contrary
Is almost quasi impossible. That's a very fat
Way to answer a myriad of pertinent questions
However, history is littered with lies and deceptions
Historians don't tell the truth for stupid reasons
Many groups want to create superiority and seasons
We all know that's wishy-washy and impossible
With the Wonderful God everything is possible
However. We all follow similar itineraries
Same beginning, ending and even cemeteries
Maybe in different locations and countries, but death
Is death. And we are all of out of vital signs and breath
Nzambe nakomitunaka ooh.I no longer wonder
The world is African. Prove me wrong or in error
Hollywood cannot duplicate such an antique history
Think and imagine the real and truthful story
Mother Africa is watching, listening and won't say a word
Mother Africa is very patient, and Jesus is the Lord.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters.

Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.