OUR ARTIFICIAL AFRICA: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin

When the birds were heard rapping Stead of singing and wings flapping It was obvious some things had gone wrong And nature wouldn’t have them to its belong When Coca Cola replaced coconut Our women dress fine, somewhat Men feel more presentable in suit and tie Take every drink with a meat in pie Africa… Continue reading OUR ARTIFICIAL AFRICA: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin

IN AFRICA

Lions will roar me lullabies Dark nights will bring me fireflies Gazelles stride the savannah Monkey hunts for banana Kilimanjaro sits with his head in the clouds Alone, yet simply majestic Deserts, forests, savannah, swamps With mother, each one of them camps The rivers bring an all year spring Flaunting their life engagement ring The… Continue reading IN AFRICA

DRIED ROOTS

All seem to be intoxicated by modernization, making corruptions the order of the day. Were we colonised to forget the ways of our fathers, now and repeatedly, impervious to correction, seeing the real truth as old fashioned? Where is your pride, O youths!? Calling your mothers tongue irrelevant because of the borrowed one you utter!… Continue reading DRIED ROOTS

DARK GIRLS

Bureaucracy of greedy county men Slaves of power Freedom of pain Shameful dark girls Resent the power of their language Discriminate the choices of their leaders Mock the original truth of their existence Dark girls who paint their masks with light torching colors Approved by soldiers of perfection Dark girls who reject the rich plate… Continue reading DARK GIRLS

I WEEP BECAUSE…[2]

My stance is cast, Pelt me with pebbles of hate Cast me in the armor of prejudice I shall remain the debris of my yesterday For the offspring of tomorrow Must not be awash by strangers’ drum beat My past is my today, The ancestors gaze down at me Faces endlessly stern I must not… Continue reading I WEEP BECAUSE…[2]

MY HEART BLEEDS! (a lament for Nigeria)

Sitting at the feet of Sahara, Watching my tales by the moonlight… Black but gold I am: I toiled and ploughed Sweated through my veins And great my harvest was. My stories changed With the appearance of beings clad in white layers! They combed through my thick and thin And with the marriage of 1914,… Continue reading MY HEART BLEEDS! (a lament for Nigeria)