Mother Africa, I see you in dreams
gorgeous, tall,
royal, and adorned
in bright clothes,
and priceless jewels.
I dream through the hole of time.
Can this really be?
I, your curious son,
then transport my dreams
to my knowledge of you,
and again I see you
proud and tall,
posing for artographs
at the foot of pyramids
of Giza,
of Nubia
and on the Great Walls of Zimbabwe.
Tell me, what happened to you mother.
You look so different from the pictures
and but for your face,
I would not have believed that
you are the same person I see in my dreams.
Why did you allow your beautiful clothes,
and your jewels to be stolen
and these rags put in their place?
2 comments:
Egbon, true talk. Mama Africa has been abused, rape and debased mentally and has become a destiny prostitute. May her soul be redeemed in the passage of time. May God continue to bless your literary prowess. Rgds, SegunBamishe
When you remember an old bloke, and found him and his lovely wife and children, you just keep smiling, oh no, Dr and Mrs(Dr) Bimbo Olagunju. I finally found you today 30th May 2019 since 1993 Glory be to God Almighty. Waooooo, what a day today. Congratulation for Afolabi's wedding, may the Almighty God them mercy all the days of their life, they see their children children children in Jesus name. When you reading these, take your mind back to 1993 and recollect those you ve met. I am one of them. God bless you. I like your blog. God bless. It is well.
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