Kinshasa Poems - Poems about Kinshasa

...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 sk......Read the rest...

...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 silenc......Read the rest...

...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 ground......Read the rest...

...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 tha......Read the rest...

...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. T......Read the rest...

...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, sea......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 d......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 bi......Read the rest...

...Oh! Mother Africa! From the East to the West, from the North to the South of Africa is strife, killings, starvation and poverty Brothers killing brothers And innocent bl......Read the rest...

...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 s......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...