One Africa Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

One Africa

1. Africa
David Diop
Senegal
Africa my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery
Africa, tell me Africa
Is this your back that is unbent
This back that never breaks under the weight of humilation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying no to the whip under the midday sun
But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers
That is your Africa springing up anew
springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty.

2. Africa
Sunday Igwebuike
Nigeria
Weep not dear land,
Though our back is bent,
That we cannot stand uprightly!
Our shoes are worn out,
Without any replacement in sight.
We eat the bread of sorrow.
Yet weep not, dear land!
Weep not woman,
Woman weep not!
For I can see,
Sudden emergence of light!
Weep not woman,

Weep not, dear land!
Weep not, Woman weep not,
For your day,
Is coming,
As the sudden dawn,
That mocks the darkness!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Commentary Here are two poems about Africa written by two Africans, David Diop from Senegal and Sunday Igwebuike a Nigerian. While Diop can be classified as a modern poet, Igwebuike is post modern. Diop's Africa contains some vital lessons for the contemporary African society. It went deeper down the lane, speaking of our Africa, Africa on her own just before the European invasion of Africa. He chronicled the upheavals, the commotions the invasion unleased on our dear motherland. Africa passed through so much trouble during the European invasion or conquest of the motherland. It is not easy for the post modern Africa to forget the pains and agonies of the past. Africa cannot move forward without reconnecting with the past. Is it the obnoxious slave trade or the policy of assimilation and association or indirect rule? David Diop was like a lone voice crying in the African wilderness. Diop's Africa was written at the time most African states were under the yoke of colonialism. He was hoping for the day the African state would be liberated and freed to pursue our own destinies. At least we got political independence. Now looking at Mr. Igwebuike's Africa we can see the tone. We can see the generational gap. His Africa came after all the African states have got their independence from the colonial masters. So he is looking at Africa from a broader perspective. He is seeing the day universal light would shine on the motherland signalling our day thus birthing in triumph the new Africa that would erase the pains, the errors, the stigmatization of the motherland. - that would put us on course to demonstrate our prowess and ingenuity to the global family. That is to say that Africa is coming to shoulder the burden of the present world civilisation. We are not begging for the chance. It is practically and universally our turn to provide global leadership in all fronts. This is the gamut of the poem Africa by Mr. Sunday Igwebuike, . He believes squarely in developing and espousing the new level Africa-global consciousness. Comment By Spring Well Press
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