AFRICA SHALL GLITTER AGAIN - ÒGÚNYỌMÍ ISRAEL ABÍDÈMÍ
Several strangers, upon many moments,
While through the
toughest throat of
this scion
They
tread, shake
heads shamefully
– Mocking in advance, the much expected
Gloomy end of
our
fatally ill continent.
Some
ask and pause:
‘Isn’t this the
resplendent earth upon
Which
sore sweats of struggle
From
gallant nationalists’ armpits
Dripped as dews of dawn?’
Some
pause and ask:
‘Isn’t this the
sacred altar over
Which adamant martyrs’
blood
Which strove
to
retrieve
brothers’ feet
From the hostile shackles of
Albinos’ chains
Were split shamelessly as libation of
atonement
To clear complex clusters of
colonial claustrophobia,
Which stupefied the cranium of cloudscape?
Ah! How come
the ball of Africa, pumped-plumed
By bare arms of political emancipators,
Wobbles
woefully amongst tetanic trees of
anguish,
Situated dangerously between regional poles
At the crossroads of
developmental quagmire?’
But, o wandering wayfarers as
the
cloud,
Mock not yet with clever
rhetoric.
Haven’t you seen those soaring Eagles?
We’ve heard our kindred’s spirits whisper:
Africa shall rise
and glitter again!
This pregnant night shall beget the clearest day;
Africa
shall rise and glitter again!
Blighted pods shall drop and rot
To re-fertilize
the
earth for
this weary cocoa;
Africa
shall rise and glitter again!
Like
the statue of Poseidon painted in gold
At
the temple of
gods in the ancient Greece, Africa shall rise
and glitter
again!
O sacred seeds seeped by Africa’s loin,
Rejoice
and
sing, Africa shall rise and glitter
again!
Like the golden yolk in the
noon sun,
Africa shall rise
and glitter
again!
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