Arise Africa

ARISE AFRICA Arise shine Africa, arise Awake sleeping giant of the universe Shine your utter light to illuminate The dark edges of your continent Break away from the Traders’ fetters and chains of drill Thunder your voice from the top hill Though the beads of your sweat and tears Tickles down like the oil that quenches the thirsty engines A smile of the rising sun wipes your weep Caused by the Masters’ stroke and whip Those writhe and pains bred generational scars But remember to carry in your head the scrolls Africa, a beautiful bride that have come of age Craftily adorned with bracelet of gold and diamond baggage. A poem by Uche Ken Okologo