THAT BASTARD

With grace and youthful bounce, he walks my way Teeth sparkling white, eyes twinkling This man is so charming! I blush with virginal grace; his eyes devour my shape I see raw desire and hide my face For the first time I’m conscious at the state of my dress My...

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AS TRADITION RIDES

I’m the machine of my custom The horrid wheels of devastation I will let tradition lead and be its passenger Till time tilts and becomes still. For I had broken much of its hollow bones Yes! Tradition must ride, I pledge in truth. When stabbed with the saber of the...

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DEAR SON

Author these words on prison walls, highlighted on steel bar gates. Son, do not drown in my absence, flooded in inspections of starvation. Smear your speech with respect, Feed your soul with knowledge, school your black existence, Torture your tongue with foreign characteristics For your black cover is of no...

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THE VOTER (a sonnet of sorts)

You are the fool that sold his people for crumbs: You stole their hopes, deceived their eager thumbs! … I have eaten the moin moin together with the wrapping leaves And unsweetened akamu that never passed through sieves! I have eaten boiled groundnut with the tasteless shells At the compelling...

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REMIND ME (remembering the good old days)

Remind me when it started The days when our mothers worked The nights fathers planned tomorrow’s sowing The ears of corn and wheat swaying afield. Remind me of when the earth sprouted gold Of when the men grew fat and plump The barns were bursting with stock And stores catered...

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AZONTO (the African dance)

Azonto… Azonto… That’s what you dance with your toe And you do it, moving fro and to With your back bent like a bow, As if you’ve seen a foe. Azonto… Azonto… How it came about you don’t know. But you just dance it, bend down low And to any...

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THERE IS A LAND

There is a land- In the heart of Africa, fainting in memories of past labor Whose people hope, expecting a better tomorrow yet unseen! Vultures lunch on her fertile cakes, alone, with cruel eyes, Leaving leftovers for the birds, who have nothing but tears to shed. There is a land-...

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