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Africa Under Siege

Africa is raped. The continent of life is pumped dry, and the colonizer won’t stop, ’till he is stopped. And blocked.

We pay colonial tax for the baskets we have weaved. Our own weaved baskets. We remain cocooned to a mask, a philosopher who has seen Africa’s image in the advent of adversity, concludes; the children of black skins white masks -the despised and the despising. Living in the postcolonial but not yet decolonized.

In 1885 you were chopped and divided by colonial borders, by colonial masters. Your rivers of know knowledge were polluted but they never ceased flowing. Your rainmakers pleaded to the ancestors for rain that will cleanse the worst of the west. A philosopher has paused and whistled, oh, the wretched of the earth! 

Now the wind of change is here-the new colonizer has already entered without even knocking, concluding without asking. He is already in a feast and taking to the east. But still the voices of your children are still daring and glaring, voices from within. Voices comparable to water about to evaporate to a desert, in image and symbol. Neatly done, they look like a weaved basket, or sometimes like a weaver bird that does not tire. Yet in rage and singing repeatedly an unending chorus of a dull song. They sing for you the land of fallen heroes, they cannot cease flowing. The river runs along the line of least resistance.

The image of the new colonizer rejects your poets and griots when they cough syllables of tradition, when they plant a seed that should incite no fear for the dead. Africa is under siege, predated by vultures and dining with a fork and knife, and chop sticks. We are silenced and crippled and ridiculed. All of a sudden her tales are beliefs are witchcraft, her decisions are validated. Her dream is differed. From the abundance of her production, her labor, she receives only a grain of wheat, or nothing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/21/2018 5:49:00 PM
Hello Keith Phethe, so nice to meet you.I agree with Kudzai, this poem is deep . That means I do not understand this poem. Why is it this way? I hope it gets better. Have a nice evening my friend.
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Keith Phetlhe
Date: 1/12/2019 7:18:00 PM
Hi Darlene. The poem decries Africa's predicament of colonialism from both the west and the east. It alludes to philosophical works of Frantz Fanon and Aime Cesaire.
Date: 12/20/2018 12:16:00 AM
This is so deep! I can't agree more with your tragic tale of the dear continent. Nicely done!
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Date: 1/12/2019 7:19:00 PM
Thanks so much!
Date: 12/2/2018 11:45:00 PM
Great prose poetry Keith, yes this country is in turmoil and the people have been oppressed and depressed for centuries, one can only hope for a brighter future for this beautiful land; excellent write.
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Date: 12/4/2018 9:00:00 AM
Thank you. The situation is depressing and it is sad that now after many years of being subjected to colonialism, now China is taking over. My question is when will this end? Thanks for the comment.