Best Kinshasa Poems

Oh! Mother Africa!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South of     
                     
Africa is strife, killings, starvation...

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When I look at the Nile or Niger
My heart overflows with joy for such a wonder 
As currents daringly flow on each iconic river 
Every fountain has wealth embedded in its waters
Each mountain, sealed by the richness of history
This is the reason I recognize a...

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Flowers of peace are now magnificently blossoming
In the gardens of the battlefields of Khartoum and Kinshasa.
And roses of tranquillity and order slowly blooming 
In the flower pots of Kigali’s sorrowful genocide cites.

The smoke of dead gun-fire still flies
In the skies of the outskirts of Monrovia...

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Where is humanity? 
as Congolese players,
stuffs and fanatics 
were about to sing
their national anthem 
at Afcon tournament,
they put their right hands 
on their mouths
to express the silence 
of the international community 
into the problems of DRCongo.
they pointed  their left hands like guns 
on their heads...

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Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling whether there will be
six more weeks of winter upon oblate
spheroid...

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In Kampala African queen lives
In Johannesburg African queen sleeps
In Nairobi African queen smiles
In Lagos African queen sings

In Kinshasa African queen dances
In Addis Ababa African queen debates
In Juba and Mogadishu Africa queen weeps
To Kigali and Accra African queen flies

In Churches African queen prays
In supermarkets African queen...

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I arrived earlier in time
To witness the great work of creation
When from the dust emerged the first man
I saw the destruction of the Noah’s world
And the reconstruction thereafter
The earliest civilization on Egypt soil
Unfolded before my very eyes
The reign of the Greek gods and
 The might...

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The Racial Issue 

I know nothing about being black but when black people
speak about childhood poverty I sense empathy I too know
how it feels like  being dismissed

Once I was invited to a birthday party by people who were
serious, I had nothing to give so...

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Me a Racist  
It was overcast this morning with fine rain
but as the offensive  racist, I’m 
I forced myself to get up at eight and take
a shower.  The water was cold no more gas
I called myself some slurring racist words. 
Kicked the...

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A private moment
As a boy, I liked to fish
in a creek that had a narrow stream
where I sat on a stone dreaming
as I didn’t care for trout.

I wanted to be a sea captain
sailing to Africa 
that, in my mind, an idyllic place
My ship never sailed...

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American racism
 
I don’t understand it
Well, so they are former slaves
But that was long ago why are they
And the whites harbouring
Resentment about it.
Can’t the let it go!
I’m married to a mixed-race woman
From Kinshasa
It is part of her being and never has
I heard a word about...

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What fame can do

Parked outside the local supermarket I saw a Rolls Royce
I straighten my shoulder and walked in with dignity.
The staff looked tense like an Imam had visited a church sermon.
Then I saw him, a tall elegant man deeply tanned, I can´t say black
anymore,...

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The canvas shoes in Kinshasa

Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by...

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A Holly Day in May

the building is eerily empty today, everybody
has gone to the beach, even those in wheelchairs
I sit on the verandah in the hope of tanning
my scalp looks so white in the bathroom mirror
I used to sit in the sun and get a deep...

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Me a Racist
 

It was overcast this morning with fine rain
but as an offensive racist, I’m
I forced myself to get up at eight and take
a shower.  The water was cold no more gas
I called myself some slurring racist words.
Kicked the mirror, the one in the hall that...

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