Who Will Redeem You, Mother Africa?
Africa…. Just the mention of her name creates a range of mixed feelings
Feelings of joy, disappointment and rage, leave me baffled, exhausted!
So vast and beautiful is this land blessed with amazing contrasts
From her people that range in colors, blue black to creamy white
From the snow covered peaks of Mt Kilimanjaro
To the golden hued savannahs,
From the fertile valleys of her plains
To jungles and rivers teeming with life; her expanding desert devouring the land
You once were so full of promise, now you're like a left over meal
Best of which the masters have eaten, now only scraps and bones remain
Your children still go hungry and the strong fight over crumbs
The mighty rule with guns and tanks; the weak, out of fear, recoil
Incredibly, riches still abound, and yet, your children are denied
No longer by slave masters on ships from abroad
But by native sons dressed in military garb
Who will redeem you Mother Africa?
Will your sons ever put you first?
Perhaps it’s time you rewrite your history
Elevate your daughters instead?
*This dedication to Africa comes from my heart with love..the original birthplace of half my
ancestors.
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