Season Africa Poem by Ibrahim Oba
Season Africa
Seasons africa
Africa! my home..
The sole of peace
Your brothers are now your fathers
Your sisters are now your mothers
Your mild wind is becoming hot
Your silence is now becoming scanty
Your leaders are just like your seasons
The raining and the summer interchanges
Yet! many terminating roles
Your resources are now your leaders sources
Africa! if the raining season comes...
Try to debar them out
Never let them linger
Let thunder strike them
And wash them across river niger and river beneu
In the west and all it province
You are the wealthiest
Call your loyal children and talk to fill their heart
Africa, you are the giant
Call your children...
I could really get a sense of how your home was like and I really enjoyed this poem it's really good! (:
Nice poem, but rhetorical of Africa. A very good write with sonorous imageries. Thank you for inviting me to read.
I love your poem, and I can feel your emotions and the strength of your visions. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 11:42:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This was very clear in the tumultuous land you live in how hard it is to know who is in charge at any given moment. It feels as though you have given us a glimpse of a world that is unimaginable yet beautiful in it's starkness. This is very well written and I love it. A few misspellings but not enough to change the message. I took a journey with you here and it is sad and thought provoking. Well done