Published On: Sat, Nov 10th, 2012

Poem: That woman

That woman

Rich in all that nature can give

There she is, a beauty even from afar

An embodiment of all that everyone desires

Be it the work of her hand

The knowledge that she possess

The strength that she carries

Above all the power that she wields.

Alas! she does not know

Wooed from left to right

She repeats the chorus of every side’s song

She cannot sing her own song

Poverty they say it’s her name

Damnation her fate

She is losing her identity

She does not know what she wants

Always waiting upon others to be told

She is the one at the receiving end

Always waiting for a handout

Even within the plenty that she lies

She can’t claim to own one

Her children are going wayward

They are at each other’s throat

Greed is tearing them apart

Her family is becoming a desert

Oh she seem helpless

Is she?

When will she gather her house together?

Determine her fate

Be the star among her mates.

Does she even know who she is?

Arise! oh AFRICA