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A Day In Africa

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By day we search the hidden veldt,
In fear of what we’ll meet,
The night performs it’s scorpion dance,
Beneath our victim feet.

Looms vast the tuskers silhouette,
And chill the jackal’s bark,
We laugh at giraffes circus like,
All set for Noah’s ark.

Beware the invisible crocodile,
We have come upon too soon,
And the hippo’s absent minded yawn,
Which swallowed our afternoon.

We saw the jaundiced fever trees,
Where tiny demons swarm,
And recoiled from a centipede,
Which offered far less harm.

 

– John Coldwell

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Water Hole View from Livingstone Lodge

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Sons Of Africa

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Sons of ancient soil
Sons of ancient moon
Sons of our old mother
Who wake before dawn
Milking the arid tongue of father

So much love have we
From your arms that oozes
Layers of tents
In the rain, we were warmth
And this rain of our soil
In the sun, we were sheilded
And this sun of our age

O sons of Africa
Grasses are bowing for your strenght
Ridges are eaulogizing your breath
Do not whack your canine on irony
Stand on your shore
And polish your feather
The shinning black

 

– Abbas Abubaker

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The Magic Of Africa

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Let us all take hands
and dance
and sing –

from the land of sky and sand
where the nara grows;
to eagled tips of dragon-backed mountains
and sun-blessed rock
and craggy bursts of coral winter warmth;
to secret, verdant, forest sanctuaries
where air breathes whistle-sweet
and avian song and monkey chatter
slip into footfalls in the leaves;
to cities quivering with education and commerce –

for what we have
is a most
simple
and glorious
thing.

 

– Diana van den Berg

 

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Walking Back To Africa

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The desert, seen from high above, is scrawled
With the wind’s mysterious graffiti. I try to read
These hieroglyphs: wavy lines, claw marks, a group
Of neat horseshoes like sheepfolds. Even a cluster
Of houses, far out in the middle of this nowhere,
Perched on the stem of a thin road which ends
At their heart, must mean something, if only
I knew the code. But it’s Africa, below me,
Rising to meet me, and part of me is coming home.

As the plane flies, I am walking, walking back
To Africa, past my mother in her fifties frocks,
And my grandmother in her twenties shoes,
And her mother with her shawl and solid strength,
Past all their mothers, from the cold north east of England
Back to Africa, and my original, many times great,
Many times grand, mother. While the wheels kiss
The runway, while I wheel my case along lines as straight
As desert roads, I am walking back to her, though she
Will not know me, and by the time I am reading my name
On a placard held by a man sent to drive me, I have reached
Her. Five hours to fly, just one hour to walk
Across oceans, continents, generations, bridge
Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution and adventure.

– Valerie Laws

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Africa My Africa

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In Africa the lion is no more
The jungle not his home
For he now opens a door
The corridors of power he is seen to roam
In Africa the monkey has left his tree
In Africa the snake no longer hides in the grass
In Africa bird and beast are all but gone
in africa all the peoples mizz there queen cause they queen have go american and the queen is me

 

– Kemi Moshood

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Pride Of Africa

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Behold her in her passion
Could someone tell me who she is?
A woman from the east Pride of Barbados sent to entice men.
a Woman in her prime with a beautiful body.
So beautiful like the morning glory.
It fade not like the candle, from ages to ages.
Behold her in the middle of the sun
Shinning to the entire world.
She makes the vegetable grow,
Her beauty mint the mountains and her smiles
wakes the entire earth to a glorious morning
And her frown wakes the earthquake.
Her joy knows no bond because she brighten the earth.

I have fallen in love with a total stranger
I have awaken the sleeping lion within.
Will the wind take me for that?
No for her tendency, would she protect me.
her pretty body shall be my dwelling place
Her heart my home till eternity, when
Sorrow shall be no more between us.
How many years will i adore You woman?
To satisfay that which nature have given to you.
To gain that which which nature had given to your body.
Thousand years to come i shall adore you like a goddess
Because you make my dreams come true.

You made me blind woman.
How long will you torment with your beauty.
Yet i die gradually with no cause because i love you.
My mind and spirit are gone far away because of your beauty,
woman of africa, pride of the world.
Behold her in her glory like a sprouting seed.
You built passion of my love, passion of my hobby
Passion of my anger and enthusiasm.
You are my night and my day.
I will love no other than you.

The hurricane wind rose because of her
How i wish she belong here in my heart.
I could have treated her like a goddess.
How gracious you are, your beauty change
My whole life and your charming skin
Transformed my entire world.
Look at the papers and the nylons in the field,
All rose because of you.
The grasses waved in appreciation to your beauty.
Woman, who art thy maker?

I know ages shall come by
I shall be the one to call upon my children
To tell them my experience how the mighty tree
fell because of love.
Who is he that stand between us?
Let him keep off and be save Because
Love does not ask why or how.
Love is honest and pure, gentle and caring,
If the walls fall apart, i will know deep inside of me
Dreams that mattered has come true in this world i love some one.

 

– John Chizoba Vincent

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Africa, Africa, Africa

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Africa, Africa, Africa,
Boiling Africa, Anarchy Africa,
Bleeding Africa, dying Africa.
Let me say again and again
Africa will not die, never,
No death and no one can defeat
Africa at any time for any cause.
Africa was there, Africa is there,
Africa will remain the same there.
Barbarism, lawlessness, militancy
Will go aways on their way,
But Africa will remain the same.
You cannot termed Africa as killing field,
Africa can not be the gateway of
Third Wird war as you termed, my dear.
Africa is the land of peace and harmony.
Know Africa and know yourself, dear.
The women, children all are the fragments
Of nature and part and parcel of nectar.
Africa is the land of innocent creatures.
Africa, Africa, Africa, the land of mankind
The land of our own near and dear,
Let us go together to save the future.

 

– Gajanan Mishra

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