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The Wailing Cry of Mama Africa

THE WAILING CRY OF MAMA AFRICA. Who shall I tell this story Who will heal this injured glory We were like Jack and Jim We climbed the hills together Like a cock poured hot water My comb is fallen with no feathers To beautify my skin The pride of my womb lies desolate Who will suck this firm breast up before they become fallen Cried out Mama Africa The portage of hot yam have been served My children are eating with bare hands Stained by their red bloody thick pourage What baffles me is how hungry they are But still eat with heated hated courage Cried mother Africa As she watched down from the Futajjan Asante Asante Asante With his golden stool he accended As mama Africa enchanted The fire wood is ready for fire he seated My son the woods have been used for cooking while you were asleep As Mama Africa hissed There comes my son Odudua With his brother Eri looking angry The water in the coconut have excaped It was never sapped Woo-hoo woo-hoo woo-hoo cried mother Africa Who chased the spiders and break the webs Now they travel on their own in peace and shame Mama Africa cried out Anansi where is your trick your brothers children have faced a puzzle they can't solve Chiwara she called the beauty in thy horn now Have become thorns on thy head Mawu-Lisa the twins, where lies the beauty of your marriage Kwakwau kwakwau kwakwau Mama Africa cried with all her children lost in thought The Obodom drum beat can no longer withhold my tears Abbassi and Attai whispered as she cried Chineke moved out in confusion As Arusi quickly brought his snuff box Even my evil heart can not bear this shame Adrao murmured Damballa my son you failed to govern my children's will You allowed my children forget the road and work the hill she queried Roog,Mwari reject the sacrifices your brothers are at war Mama Africa cautioned Chuita tell Obatala that his handicapped children need healings who will dry my tears shouted mama Africa As she wailed aloud. As all her children gathered around the fire Tired and retired they all joined their mother to wail As they watched from Futajallon so they took of their crown.

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Date: 9/20/2019 12:44:00 AM
You read my poem, and asked me to read one of yours. I read 2, and i felt the deep sadness in your heart, as you have full feelings for the world around you. Those who being neglected, like in Africa. You are a very sensitive person. I enjoyed reading your depth. Terry xoxo
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Patrick Ituma
Date: 9/20/2019 2:33:00 AM
Thank you Terry, I am very glad you understood my diction.I just wish I can be giving more opportunities to express my poetic flows.God bless you.

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