(to africans in diaspora)

africa below i occur, africa

africa of the black soul

the soul of an historic lifestyle

the lifestyle of your timid tribes.

its your voice i listen to africa

your voice of the talking drums

your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter

the steel gong of your city crier

i have occur to see your audio dance

i have read of your ageless minstrels

have i not read of your swinging hips!

i have read sufficient and have occur to enjoy

would not you dance for me africa

africa below i occur africa

would you not exhibit me to your tribes

the timid tribes of your sweeted tongues

the varied tongues of your virtuous men

africa, black soul africa

inform me about your gods

your gods of the sky and of the mom earth

your gods of the hills and of the rivers abound

exhibit me to your kings africa

your kings of the historic dynasty

the historic dynamy of rusted spear and shield

africa, below i occur africa


heavenly guest

heralding thunderously

in its have wake

pelting on men

as very well, the gods

accumulating by itself

fall by fall.

as rivulets you circulation

passing on slopes abound


it&#39s rhythm goes –

romancing all corners

chopping out its lonely paths

together our farmstead&#39s.

close to your gathered swimming pools

we stand

with tears of pleasure


we danced

we played

generating mounds of wetted soil


minor you, unt us

seasonally guest

you have developed –

at duration,

in breath,

we are in you

you in us


My father,

out of your seeds

emerged i,

millions of us swarm across the eggling waters

wanting for her, that harbors

and, i the selected morphed into fluids

… the races of daily life commenced at conception

pricey mom,

times stumbled into months

egglings, from your womb harbored me

and the fluids fashioned into currently being

enshrouded in you, overall body and soul

taking in and sucking all working day lengthy

… this, is the generating of me


distanced we sat, barred from

spoken text

masked, our life grew to become a person

quantity of ideas race

our troubled minds


morphed into kinds

circulation between us

… unspoken,

we experienced stated volumes

possibly by mouth nor scribbles

of our dried fountains

we have rocked minds

and shared unchained ideas

… who can seal or keep in captive

a troubled mind


tensed we watched

as our fathers in advance of us, has carried out

we watched as dawn streaks across the neighing sky

a further working day has occur

with it, hope that lingers

we watched as the crops, whither

as the herds stifle by the river beds

we observed the cracks all around us

and, the sunlight

scorched harshly on us

we watched as the skies refuse

to fall its tears and to succor our parching storm

the discipline has damaged, in piece!


to welcome our weakening bones


i enjoy




the habitats termed man

i worship




God, that established man

i&#39m unhappy




in the incredibly nature of man

poems by Chime, Hilary Uchenna

Supply by Chime Hilary

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