The Sojourner Poem by Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo

Africa-
The adventurous sojourner.
On different roads, she has plyed
and of her experience, she can tell.
For years, she voyaged
through the golden streets of luxury,
adorable intelligence, unsummountable
power lined with excellent self-rule.
Piece by piece her fame diffused,
like a fragrance poured into the air.
But little did she know
that enviness boiled in her brothers.
In no time, they carved out a plan,
the plan to hijack her car.
From afar, she saw her brothers,
still oblivious of their plan
decided to enjoy the ride with them
but it turned out as her greatest nightmare.

Within a squeeze of a lemon,
she had been tied hands and feet.
The tides have taken a new turn
and her long drive through significance ended.
Devoid of strength and authority,
she was taken through the long rickety roads
of pain, agony, misery, hell,
gehenna, hardship and sadistic pleasures.
She was tortured, tormented and callously molested,
Her dignity was soaked up in mud water.
She lost her prowess,
neither was her sense of control within range.
She became useless, lacked direction
and increasingly grew in dependency on her hostages.
However, in all she still dared,
and with her impotence,
she still fought all the way.
After ages of misery,
she snatched victory from the jaws of defeat.
And her nightmare finally ended.

But alas, she has lost it!
The mental torture has conformed her mind,
The pit of depression has shapened her thought.
Verily, verily, she lost it!
To no avail she has strived,
to get back on those glorious lanes.
Will she ever get back to her golden streets?
Can she ever be AFRICA again?