I dream of Africa as my mind manifests over all its greatness that matters. I hear of stories imagined and true; from far away empires and palaces.Are things as they are,? Kingdoms spread all over domination, across deserts and thick forest lands. Mothers telling stories under moon light Coconut compounds.
So i asked myself, why the infighting,? from the North to the South, from the Eastern sea shores to the western trade zones. Wars, famine and unrest, caused by greed, selfishness and hatred.
Where are the noble men and wise women of generations past?, have your daughters gone to the hill tops to fetch water from the spring crops.?Are your young men still waging battles among their brothers? for if you trade your resources for your gun sources; in the morning you will find out you have no life force.
My Africa, your lands have no men to harvest your grains crops; yet the harvest is due and the young and old cry out for food.So I kept my dream of Africa alive, “pregnant with patience” until her Sons and Daughters return and spend time close to their father and Mother, their towns kins men and women.Then tears will stop for then all Will understand that their hearts have come to stay and engage.
~ K. Okojie