Black woman, woman of Africa, O my mother, I am thinking of you ... O Daman. O my mother, you who bore me upon your back, you who gave me suck, you who watched over my first faltering steps, you who were the first to open my eues to the wonder of the earth, I am thinking of you . . . Woman of fields, woman of the rivers, woman of the great river-banks, O you my mother, I am thinking of you . . . O you, Daman, O my mother, you who dried my tears, you who filled my heart with laughter, you who patiently bore with all my many moods, how I should love to be beside you once again, to be a little child beside you! Woman of great simplicity, woman of great reisignation, O my I am thinking of you . . . O Damn. Daman , you of the great family of black-smiths and goldsmiths, my thoughts are always turning towards you, and your own thoughts accompany me at every steps...........
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 10:24:52 +0000
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