Slavery and Dreams

Slavery & Dreams I met a Nigerian man today. Ebony black & smooth – dark & strong as slated slabs His voice a rippling river calm. He spoke of his country & people –slavery & dreams His wife barren granting him freedom to find another to bear his fruit. A crop – the greatest prize His family, starving for harvest pleaded him - another garden bed. Raised on drought & plight - the search for water’s quench he refused – & stood on honor & promise in his depleted land. This beautiful African man of midnight sky, his teeth glistening stars - his voice the wind. And all I could see was the striking rich fertility of his soul. Published: MCI