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My Africa A land of beauty and distinction A place where we have cultures and traditions A land of hope where the people are ingenious and Jocund Africa! The golden continent A place carved out of greatness A glimpse of
Her Love for Africa! A sun rises in the morning because a new day has begun, And in that day much is expected to achieve. From every field worked on, a harvest is expected. Likewise for each day we live
Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta Boldly go wherever you dared to go Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata Dream of the precious gems of Congo Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta . Dream on all ye daughters of Africa
Dear son, African American warrior, Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why I am writing you this letter. And hopefully, by the time you read it Race relations in America are a lot better than what
Taking me to OYSTERBAY, You entertain me every Saturday. There I saw the enchanting scenes, Grey sands with dying sunbeams. Tall poles of blue tube- lights, Beyond the vast ocean, Mirrors of water revealing their reflections. As if a glittering
Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.
In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family
Sitting on my rocking chair, I write from the perspective of a wheelchair thanking God for open doors and cursing people for treating me like a dog on the floor Sometimes you need things,simple things, good, bad things will come
To the twinkling star, so far away. I cannot reach as I pray! For safety in your present state, Amongst a land of hate! Tears glaze my eyes,I reminisce our growing up. Denial fills my mind, I refuse to believe.
Summer passed, winter arrived , Short steps turned into long strides , Insects prepare for hibernation, Serenic beauty is nature’s projection , Mother puts her child to sleep, South Africa just won cricket match with clean sweep , Bells ring
Ascent of mankind. From the deep forest of Europe, to the Serengeti in Africa. Man evolved. From the great cities of Europe through the deep cultures of Asia. Good vs Evil. Rocket fuel propelling things along. One without the other
Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet
Once I lived in Swaziland, Away from my country my beloved homeland. A beautiful country of Southern Africa, Manzini and Mababane are its heavenly replica. We lived in coats valley near the grove of guava trees, My maid used to
The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection
What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled
This is a delicate porcelain, but, she was broken… Love Crime— The Humanity Prejudice（Encounter In Masquerade） Split emotion, rupture thoughts, Tragic is melted in prejudice, Disguisers of Beast in human form, as cruel as ice, Mercy is tearing, mask is
Soldiers are soldiers today or long ago So many not given the choice, they had to go Stories told like it was yesterday You could see the pain in their eyes Til this day some still cry Battles fought in
My dear brother, Of late, God has placed you in my heart We have sat and prayed together in years gone by I know many of your trials and disappointments I have known your loving missionary hearts Sometimes my eyes
Yes, you there, two seats in front. I see and hear you there, kicking, screaming, Determined to give your mother hell, Though you don’t know you are. You don’t know what you’re doing. All of us are born conservative that
Everything I earned, everything I learned going into vain, They all forgot everything, leaving me with an incredible pain. Now, I am all alone having just a work of taking breath, Nothing left in my life, I am just waiting
Photo by Nad Renrel Desiring urges of the forbidden rule It’s almost irresistible How much I want to caress his face To kiss his lips softly passionately So hard to hide the desire inside I want to move closer Touch
Thinking about past Again and again Life is still very vast Enjoy the forthcoming rain Raindrops coming from heaven Every drop ending on floor Every day you keep on missing someone The truth you can’t ignore Anything can be done
This one’s for dad, that one’s for that day, underneath that one is for my agonising life. What is this? I hate the life time that spins around me, slice the carrot, red as a strawberry. Let it shed, let
Tousling the opulence was not modesty. Who will adore the clan? I am not yet ‘me’, the refuge of elevated moon. The heat and dust of nascent money was burning like a loud prayer in dark sun. Perfection tends to
For honour killing twilight adulates an abstract faith. Tainted? Now that mouth was shut and butterfly was pinned, will you grow the marigolds? The empty book was not breathing in a crowd of words. The bitter meaning had flown away.
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and
Though not a right, may I seek a fading, but yet worthy pursuit? For the many whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to a halt, Could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur?
Yet be another dawn as pristine and pure With captivating awe and everlasting allure Sun rise once again same as since before Exuding perfect glory to behold and adore Stray clouds wafting free spirited unbound Casting soft shadows on perfect
A scholar of sixty monsoons with an amass knowledge in rarity He looks like a dry seed that has wings to fly every narrow spot to sprout Elevating every sluggish being to refresh the unrefined English What roles he enacts