Nana Africa

Mama held me close to her bosom wouldn't let me go astray she shook the cradle of civilization and to her wayward offspring she paid attention. She added a tinge of color to the cheeks of some and tinted plenty with even more for identification, as to whom they belonged. While her purported gaze stored us from mediocrity she whispered silent pants when our future's prowess begun to shiver she remained astute. Mana Africa! I call you by this name You've nullified all bleak spectrum situations bestowed on us when frequent ill-health pounded on our weary hearts you trembled --never loss guard We are forever indebted to your unflinching affirmation of sheer solidarity Mana Africa! your goodwill seizes not to elude Capricious speeches we confer as we orate about the trying times The soundbites of your caresses will never be deserted; let alone our appraisal of celerity The best of we your “Adeptus Children” have supplied the melatonin from your sacred womb and you have followed us with love and self determination as we have toiled on foreign soil Then as we have been scattered to the four corners; Innately we have held on to our sanity. Stayed in tuned to our intuition as we have maintained circadian rhythms and overcame enough, clinging to our dignity in one hand and our lives in the other, still to rise above. Nana has taught us to endure to be courageous, outrageously courageous we have been. even as we achieved Our circadian rhythms were off beat. Sacrifices only a mother would make from the alchemy of adoration comes her love self-determination is the water of her blood and she the blood in our veins the blood passed on...a mother’s blood... Mana Africa Ase’ A collaberatetion withYoung Prince Kennedy from Ghana and Mama Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah