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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
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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
Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in
Our age is a deciduous tree, sheds yellow desires every year makes room for new ones in the spring of opportunity. Some desires resemble oak leaves, cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms like our plans, albums, possessions. Alas,
Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I
In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to
Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.
You raise your wings like an angelic insect, sent with a goodwill message to deliver. Hovering around flowers gay with a gentle touch, and the kiss of life of a kindhearted fairy. You are truly blameless of anything scary, bringing
I live today in your memoirs Some courage, an unknown strength, your words breathe into me And though you lie cold and dead You manage to make me emulate Your treaded path, your valued thoughts Your life which you led
(Recollections: Circa, 1999) Every time when I’d thought of ye My heart wondered – who are ye May be, ye: That first rain drop falling on a parched land That flower which blossoms in a barren soil That first vision
I went for dinner; she came on a date… Waited for her until a quarter past eight… She walked in, looking like a million dollar, Anyone else would’ve known, but I’m no scholar… She ordered for some strawberry and wine,