Hope Africa Poems

For many times we've been down,
Are we not still standing now?
At dawn we petition the divine,
Hoping for renascence into the sempiternal.

Be it luminous sun or...

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From the rising sun in the east
To casted shadows after dark in the west,
Our tribal marked faces show,
A timeless story, aglow.
Seasons come and go,
Hiding shades...

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I left with a bag of dreams
and a heart full of hope.
The roads were wide
but none felt like home.

I spoke in borrowed voices
slept under unfamiliar...

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The first attempt

This is the first poem I try not to think about.
It is like crossing the plateau of Alentejo
 I see the tarmac road that...

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Rich as earth’s deepest soil,
Your melanin glows in silent pride
A tapestry of dusk and dawn,
Each shade a story woven in light.

Your smile breaks like sunrise,
Casting...

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It's a ghost she screamed
Then she fainted
But no darling
It was the spirit she drank
She's so high
Hennessy to be precise 
Her vision was blurry.

Now she's unconscious
Right...

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It falls with grace.
Metallic bawls hail the strength of zinc roofs.
At the mercy of the thatch,
Drops drip from needle points of skeletal
Palm fronds.
Particles of rain...

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Africa,
The undiluted genealogy of humanity and humility
The undisputed abode of nature
Surrounded by wild bushes, forests, winding rivers, 
Uncountable mountains, endless valleys, sacred hills 
And unasailable...

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Along the River Nile
Lies a potent earth so fertile
Before it met a sudden death
In the cold hands of civilization.

Now it lives only as a ghost
Once...

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They can be so much more
if only you let them in
if you show them a world
beyond screens and borrowed dreams.

They are not yahoo boys.
They are...

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With smiles they waved goodbye
barefoot on the soil that raised them
carrying nothing but names
and the weight of dreams too heavy for home.

They spoke of Europe
like...

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In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play,
A town, a city, a people, some would say.
What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest,
With a...

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When you die
you may be burnt
better than those
that Zionists burn alive
you may be buried
in the soil of the universe
at best
may you come back as a...

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She walks the streets she’s always known,
But feels a longing deep, alone.
A fire burns inside her chest,
To leave, to grow, to find what’s best.

Her heart...

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Why do I love God? Why do we adore?
For me, it's simple: He created me, and more.
In His image, I'm crafted, a work of art...

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