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
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