Justice Uchenna Mmahi

Rookie - 33 Points (Akwa Ibom state)

The African Child (1976) - Poem by Justice Uchenna Mmahi

I'am the future
the last gift of nature
for my opinion
has no companion
my years of double
were my years of trouble

who i be?
Was like buzzing voices of bee
i'am Africa
a nomenclature like America
the name of a stigma
thy hope is an enigma
i lived in an island of poverty
right from my years of puberty

amidst oceans of material wealth
i ignorantly grope in search of health
i lived in helplessness
like path trodden with carelessness

i had been traumatized in heart
that i no longer feel home or hearth

i needed a helper
but was given an usurper
whom came with proud foot of anarchy
under the mereful eyes-watch of our monachies
they pampered me in pangs
that left stripes lines of scars and head bangs
iron- cloth me with chains of humilation
battered marks-another scene of speculated action.

Topic(s) of this poem: slavery

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is writen to the loving memory of children masaquared in the little town of soweto, SOUTH AFRICA.and the harsh realities children in Africa pass through everyday....

Comments about The African Child (1976) by Justice Uchenna Mmahi

  • Patricia Grantham (3/25/2013 11:27:00 AM)

    I really appreciate this poem. I could feel the concerns coming from the depths of
    your heart. Trouble don't last always. A good write.
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  • Xelam Kan™ (12/14/2012 10:12:00 PM)

    I can feel what was in your heart when you were composing these tragic lines..., , , (Report) Reply

  • Xelam Kan™ (12/14/2012 10:09:00 PM)

    wowewee splendid, speechless my dear
    hats off..., , , , , , , best poem read
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, June 16, 2014

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