Return To Homeland Poem by Barima Basoah

Africa wails for her lost children,
they jumped off the ships into the oceans,
for freedom they embraced death,
as sea waves roar to salute their courage.

Africa mourns her dead children,
she smells the blood from far lands across oceans,
of freedom fighters who led a great cause,
memories our minds keep forever.

Africa cries for her oppressed children,
princes and princesses enslaved across oceans,
the stripes and brutalities they suffered,
she dreams day and night.

Africa is calling for her lost but found children,
spread in far lands across oceans,
a journey to reconcile hearts and heal wounds,
to celebrate in solidarity of her children in diaspora.

Africa stands and paces with open arms,
in long awaiting to embrace,
her children hurriedly running home,
like the bride restlessly expects her man.

Come home! shackles hold no more your feet,
we, your siblings, have prepared a feast,
with treasures we adorn royals with beauty,
Africa! Our land, our sovereignty.