Some Where In Africa

There is a place in Africa Where the children are hopless and dream-less. Their hope are taken by the politicians who Seems to have it all in their domain whilst the Poor rot in the dungeon of hopelessness. The pretty girls are no more beautiful, The mothers are no more mothers, Women are no more soul- mate But soul- hunters, always plotting coups Against their husband as though we are in The military eras. Brides are no more virgins when the day is still young and promising. Some where in Africa, they smile while suffering. The beauty of humanity they have made to be weak. Some where in Africa, teens are married away in tears and female circumcision is the order of the day. Some where in Africa! Some where in Africa!! Women no longer love and befriend their husband As it was in the days of my forebears. The tradition and custom are going into extinction The culture are been abandoned on unknown hands. The shrine of their forefathers now weep, calling for help. Some where in Africa, Their Men are no longer the king: the bread winners But the responsibility of warming the house had been thrust into the hands of the female counterpart. Women now bear the pains, lost and heart of a father. Divorce has becomes the order of the day. Some where in Africa, Alloitment of public fund beams greatly to their wings. Embezzlement of money becomes very interest that have no shame and knowledge of what the future holds. OGADINMA! OGADINMA!! OGADINMA!!! They hear all the time from their sweet mouths but Things remain the same day and night.