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AFRICA! A DARK CONTINENT?


AFRICA! A DARK CONTINENT?

 

I saw light,  

And connected early in flight

Making civilization my right

Much conquest displayed our might

Gigantic empires, our hallmark

My ingenuity, the pyramid marked

Appreciating value,

 We made gold celebrity

Civilizations pillar, rests on our value

 

I was a world marinade in bliss

Communal fraternity, framed my peace

Amidst my wonders, pyramid ranked least

As perfume, my wisdom permeated all

My intellectual citadel, nursed civilization

 

Yes! I may be black, yet am the great

As Iroko would, I sheltered continents

In light and beauty, am a bride in scramble

Adventurous expedition,

Testimonies of my allure

For my offspring’s,

My light found the new world

 

 

 By Trans-Atlantic conspiracies

I was plundered to squalor

Yes, to spice their splendor

As sour grapes, it tasted for me

Dis-virgined, with all the crudity

Their civilization offered

By this much,

Am judged dark and backward

For their backward,

My forward was stolen

 

Is black being back?

Could back be always back?

Am I dark, because am black?

By their actions, I saw their dark ward

Truly, my wisdom lit their darkness

 

My plundered affluence,

In aesthetics is their flaunt

Yes! My blood, soil and oil,

Even my children labored it

Their boom, sprang from my stable

To liberate them, we were soldiers

 

My sweet dark gold

Oils their motions like lotion

Blood gold and diamond

Their endless greed celebrate

My bean seed,

 Sustains them nourished

My timbers sweats,

 To uphold their reckless obesity

 

More than fair, I did gave

Yet am vilified,

Abused, and so neglected

I ask, what marries dark with light?

True word, its need

Time matures,

My darkness is yet to light

 

Alas! My dark light, glows their path

My beauty still light the globe

Who really is Dark the Continent?

Even more, am thrown bananas

Branding me monkey

I was used like a donkey

Evolution confused, they points me

 

Am Africa, mothering civilization

A pillar supporting all

A Pictured template of the backwardness

Yes! Proudly black, yet am mixed

My seeds, fair, good as best

That’s the brands they come

 

Am I backward just being black?

Is black the back?

 

Listen all good ears

Am black proud,

Never yielding to pride

Am not dark nor backward

Events may spread blame

But light, laughter, warmness, wealth,

Beauty, wisdom and even more

Makes my profile magic and attractive

Above all, am irresistibly a beauty.

 

 

Felix Joseph Osaeghemede     

([email protected])+2348037825027.

 

Written:30- 4- 2008 ;02-20am-03-35am.


— chumfin, May 05, 2010

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chumfin

chumfin

16 years 1 month ago

WELCOME RAVEN OF HOPE.

thank you for the comments, i was inspired to write this poem , in 2002 i was under the teaching ministry of DR miles Munroe, when he said the AFRICA IS NOT A DARK CONTINENT, yet some do have that belief that people still live on trees and walk naked with long tails, HEARD A preview of PASTOR MATHEW ASHIMOLOWO ( KINGS WAY INTERNATIONAL CHRISTIAN CHURCH. KICC ) HE WROTE A BOOK "WHAT IS WRONG BEING BLACK"(http://www.whatswrongwithbeingblack.com/). THESE WERE THE SOUR THAT REALLY INSPIRED THE POEM. THANK YOU FOR THE SUGESTION. CHUMFIN