That received those stripes
From the cage for freedom:
To you, I come, Africa!
To you, I come, Mother in the sun!
With striated shadows of grief,
Like ugoni village priest:
I bare no teeth in laughter.
I only bawl for my sorrowed life.
But, when you welcome
My sore embrace,
Mind not my broken body:
They are sacrifices
For being black.
If only you would awaken
From the slumbers of yesterday,
If only you could live beyond these scars:
The Moon’s scar, is still his star.
The rapt attention of the traveler is not distracted,
For he knows
he who is still on his way
Has not arrived yet.
Written by: Justice Mmahi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.