Tales Of An African Youth Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Tales of an African Youth
I am the African youth! I am the struggle for independence, the darkness that challenges the moonlight I am, the melanin; I am the tales of my forefathers, the descendant of Kunta Kinte, the son of Madiba I am the diamonds of Sierra Leone, the Oil mines in Angola, I am the tales of the Mosi-O-Tunya, so when my smoke thunders, I pray you understand where I come from.
I am the bloodshed in Rwanda, the place from whence Moses came, I am the Apartheid in South Africa, don't forget the Solomon pits, I am the Guerilla warfare of Nigeria, , I am the tears of the Sahara when deserted,because despite the Nile, I still thirst for recognition from my bullies, I am the story of my land, Africa.
I am the origin of beauty, my curves are natural; I am the roots forgotten in the leaves of pop culture; the confidence misplaced in our leaders because despite the poor economy, we still get on a plane to visit the living stone no wonder Victoria falls everytime she hears about elections, now what do multiple movements develop when the front is not as patriotic as politicians claim? I am just a voice of an African youth but don't mistake my art for conceptual.
I am the tales my grandfather told around the fire; I am the collection of talent, the potential yet to be kinetic; yet I am a king without an empire, I am an African revolution, a movement of change, so pay attention for you'll only get the meaning of this poem at the epimythium.
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