Poetry

Our way. Africa you are the underdog Your leaders have to play ball Or else we bring you war.   You have to lower your head Or else it will get shaved Mutineers will be replaced.   You have to know your place Don’t mess with our space Or interrupt ours a pace.   It is that way...

Three stones. A community would cook Only three stones it took.   They would put a pot On three stones on top.   As the potted food boiled The stones they’d surround.   Enjoying the emanating heat Many stories would heat.   Wisdom would be passed History would be narrated.   One day visitors came Things wouldn’t be same.   Three stones waste energy They...

Chains or disdain? We got our independence Did it end the dependence?   Africa composed her anthems She danced for whom in tandem?   We fought colonization Did we seek decolonization?   We had ours in the ranks But who kept the banks?   We sought after positive impact Who signed any post-colonial pact?   Do we yearn to break the...