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Oh, My Beloved Africa

Oh, my Beloved Africa
Why are you always so behind time
Why is it that the world always has to be miles ahead
For you to follow in the trail of dust they leave behind

Oh, my Beloved Motherland
Why is it that these sons and daughters of yours
Are always so eager to get up and leave
Why is it that you always only get to keep
...those whose thoughts are to beg and keep the obsolete
...of history from the worlds abroad 
...which have nothing better than the makings of thee

Oh, Africa my Beloved
Even I sometimes get the urge to just get up and leave
But so strong is my love for thee
For it always anchors my spirit, here to be
Perhaps if you and I were to form an alliance
We would prove to the others
That indeed, even in Paradise dreams can still be achieved
We can prove to them that on the canvas of life 
Anyone can paint whatever his heart may like
For it isn?t life that matters
But the reality of what you make of the opportunities it offers

Oh, Africa you truly are my deepest love
For you, in my heart is nothing but pride
But there is just one teeny-weeny bit of help I need
Please speak to Mother Nature for me
And ask her gently to lend me her scriptures of life
So I may peruse through to see if I can find some answers I seek
For I feel inclined to believe
She has a lot more acumen to offer
Than of the realities that graces the ordinary minds
Of her intelligence, I wish to spread to the extents it may prevail
So in speaking to her on my behalf
Please ensure to make clear of my selfless intents 
So she may keep sealed from me the pages whose secrets she doesn?t wish 

Oh, My Beloved Mama Africa
You truly are such a Great Mama
You have seen it all in time, 
...and even beyond my time you will still continue to see it all as time strides
Truly, in me your roots run deep
For your were still here, when more than a thousand years back 
...plans to have me alive were hatched
Son after father after grandfather after great grandfather
...after an endless series of other greater grandfathers in time
So why should I abandon thee when it?s finally time for me live 
Just to show you gratitude for having me 
...this life I live I shall on behalf of all before me dedicate to the benefit of thee

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  1. Date: 3/21/2011 2:33:00 PM
    What a wonderful tribute to your homeland, Wiseton. I see you live in Kenya and I'm not sure what the conditions are like there. My sister took a safari and said the Kenya countryside is quite beautiful. Wilma Neels is from South Africa and really loves her country too. I wish you success with your writing endeavors. It seems you have accomplished much in your 24 years and it's so refreshing to know young people have a love for writing. Best wishes, Carolyn

  1. Date: 3/20/2011 5:59:00 PM
    Nice thoughts of national pride you have penned here, Wiseton

  1. Date: 3/20/2011 8:31:00 AM
    very nice write about your homeland. you are very dedicated to her!

  1. Date: 3/20/2011 7:47:00 AM
    Oh Wiseton this truly brilliant piece should be entered into the new contest as it speaks of such emotional ties to your homeland luv.. brilliantly crafted lines and thoughts conveyed so perfectly to allow the reader invite and insight into Africa. a wonderful Country luv.. good luck if u enter this rare beauty.. appreciate your sweet and special comments..

  1. Date: 3/20/2011 6:42:00 AM
    Beautiful write on Africa.. I dated awhile back a lady from Kenya and loved hearing her stories of growing up there.. I had written a poem about her. "What MY Eyes See Now" I would love to hear your comment on it, its about why I write...Thank you Michael