Within the Heart of Africa
The history of Africa is the struggles of the world;gruesomely
the torture of the children with round-bellies is
slavery
I could dance to the drums of death; wiggle my buttocks to the rhythm of violence
but I would never have the drums
dance to my rhythms in the twilight
I might beguile myself by standing with the willows in my hand
but I won't shudder
when the trees mumble because of me; when the air is suffused
with pride
I have traversed the world with my eyes; trekked the deserts with my legs
and seen the camels speak through the nose
the horses whinny in solemn ways
After a hectic walk from slavery, I have been embedded in slavery
swapped with the ridicules of the world
mocked and jeered at for my skin colour
Just right before the world became hostile to us, we led it
ruled the minds of our foes
melted our words within the shores of their heart
Of what use is the Negro race? Of what use is the turmoil faced each day? We thronged
with chains round our necks
like animals being tethered to
the market
our pride lost
and our happiness enraged, for they know nothing about our past
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-06-16 at 14:57
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