“Africa has her mysteries and even a wise man cannot understand them. But a wise man respects them.” Miriam Makeba
Mother Africa chronicles series
Commiserate with another,
I refuse to be the subject of your pity today.
Open your eyes,
Search me deeper and see me.
Poor,weak and dying?
You mistake me for another.
Did I not birth and bore 54 offspring,
All of them nothing but works of complete perfection.
Do my descendants not make the most magnificent display?
Have you beheld their charcoal coils that defy gravity?
Every one of them with luminous sun kissed skin so diverse.
You’ll find it in the Kalahari desert and hanging on a mulberry tree.
Tell me again why you despair for us?
Why you touch your heart and blink back your tears.
Is it not my gold and diamonds that adorn your neck?
Why won’t you see me?
Is it because I was pillaged, stripped and assaulted…
Is it because my children sometimes go hungry?
Do you not see that though distressed and constantly assaulted,
We still play the marimba and the kora.
Can you not hear the beat of our drums
and the echo of our ululations.
Don’t you know my children carry resilience,pride and bravery as a badge of honour.
So please see me,
Please see them,
And celebrate us…
“God bless Africa, Guard her people, Guide her leaders, And give her peace”. Trevor Huddleston