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HEAL THY SELF O WOUNDED AFRICA (no to XENOPHOBIA). Wake up a voice shouted You slept like a pregnant woman While the drum beat of my assagil sounds like trumpet With fear and deep chill I listened The ghost of mighty black warrior standing in shiver As I face the Great Zulu warrior lost in fear I saw him Shaka cry to the members of Mambers the great Gods of Africa There before him stands the Mighty Nile in disbelief With the Niger filled with bloods disagrees to stay calm The Senegal and the Congo revolted with flood The orange and the Limpopo grumble and cried as the sky shared their pains with continuous rain pour. O you failed cried d Zambezi as she invades her neighbors with flood A knock on my door I heard a voice shout Speak out for Africa It is I Kwameh Nkrumah speaking This is a sacrilegious act echoed the Mighty Zik When the house is not in order the cockroaches becomes violent Cried out the anguish voice of Awolowo From afar I saw a running giant coming with the force of a chariot Then I heard a voice so mighty was it that the visitors chased it with fear He a mighty figure decorated and protected by glory of stars Stood there is burning eyes of anger Cover in the black glasses with general pride As curious as a questionnaire I ventured in to the glorious illusionary scene Standing before my trembling eyes was The General Abacha in his full stature Like a Ligtening spark the mighty figure bent his head in shame As I looked to behold who thou art There before me I saw The Mighty Mandela in tears of betray Weep no more thou wounded soul The thunderous voice of King Sailaise shouted In council with the great Ghaddafi as furious as Idi Amin Sankara frowned like a disgraced old man While the ghost of Seda Sengho felt it lost its victories like Anthonio lost all his titles In schock I turned as a firmed hand gently parted my hand It was a mighty spirit with two heads It is the heads of the great secretaries Achebe and Giwa Handing me a pen a paper Written on it Heal thyself O Africa before yesterday bleed to death.

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