Mama Afrika

You have no surrogate and pure you borne

Souls of gold  and spirits of fire, alien dreams too

Oh hast thou your dark unseen magic & your miraculous blackness

Mummified immortaly on your legendary soil

The lands of the underground undiscovered gods and goddesses

The sons and daughters 

Lwanda magere , Nelson Mandela , Ellen Johnson Sirleaf

and all the vicious lions and  lionesses

the fat cabs and lonely strange owlets in your savannah and forests

             ...Oh Afrika ...

              ...oh Afrika...

Your melody resonates sweetly into the souls ear

just as the queer voices  from your frightening bushes

 your love squeezes the heart with the wild enthusiasm of your fearful  jungle

as sweet tears roll down to the stomach with the chilliness of western winter

am enraptured by the wisdom buried in your dark  soils and scribbled on your temples 

and the awakening inspiration on our ancestors cave walls

The black hole mystery you posses

You make me fall in love with cosmology

 Each second I can feel you ragingly recuperate

 tearing through our scientifically poisoned veins

and brainwashed craniums

Afrika you are a dark star , one of its kind

as the sparks shine inside from the winds outside

and eternally  burn with such divine spirituality 

oh what it is to be a black soul

in a peaceful wild wise jungle

Mama Afrika you are our motherland

we are the men without back slapping coats but on a sedulous mission

meandering to the vision holding  steady the keys  to heaven and all its unbound pleasures