We are the Africans
We rose with the sun and fell with the rain,
Stood with the hills
And danced with the forest-
when life sang her song.
In the comfort of our huts and
thatch we sprung.
We are the Africans-
the paragons of nature-
Seemingly cursed by her grace;
Yet we live- blessed by the sun.
We are the Africans
“Never hide behind the curtains”
Queen Kahina would say.
“Peacocks are always proud,
Lions are never afraid,
And eagles are strong.”
We are the Africans
Sing us a good song and we will dance to it by the fireside
Sit by us and we will sing you stories of spiders;
to your awe
We are the Africans
The leopard never looses its spots
So our baroness stays for ever in our curtain ebony laces-
However brutalized it may seem.
And we will always be the Africans
Seated at the peak of King Khufu’s pyramids in Giza-
singing- living- dreaming.
Beautiful piece.I love the way you painted the beauty and pride of Arica using those few words.
So many people see no beauty in Africa, or in Africans. It is a truly sad thing, because they miss so very much. Perhaps this poem will open a few eyes, and motivate a few hearts. My hopes go with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
admirable description... fascinating. a 10