TO AFRICA (Upon reflecting on the goings-on in South Sudan, CAR, Somalia, Nigeria and others) land of spears origo of darkness accursed gift the spirit departed from you long ago to save its skin leaving behind dove-droppings alas my fate to be a child of your womb flesh of your flesh to be marked all over by you from the beginning i cannot renounce you now you have flooded my roots with your poison it runs within my being little wonder that my fruits taste so bitter sought by only masochists my heart is of the toughness of soles that walk barefoot your paths evading vampires it is impervious to lances and my two eyes are but two empty clay-pots mirroring the saharas dryness and its cruelty lady of scarlet i refuse to pelt you with petals like abioseh and sedar you deserve rather a hail of stones little wonder why your sisters observe you shake their heads and turn away ignoring you and your own as you dine with death his hand snaking up your thigh underneath the table *Oya, Africanistas, knock yourselves out. Skin off my nose. Who gives a Riek Machar?*
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 16:39:07 +0000