DRUM BEATS OF THE SAHARA

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I hear the sounds of the morning
The sun has already peaked from clouds
It is a land filled with expectations
Africa my motherland
Born out of determination
Created from experience
By our ancestors who lived before us
As the skies turn blue then white
I look at the horizon
See futures that we yearn for
Happiness that is sometimes fleeting
We all want a hope that stays
Deserts call for their thirst
As life begins from a hatched egg
I dream of a better life ahead
Life made to be lived to the fullest
I watch the sun descend the horizon
Dances split the stillness of the air
As night approaches
I hear drum beats
In the middle of the Sahara desert
Life begins anew
Children are born
Mothers celebrate life
Africa my best life yet lived
On a land that never sleeps
Refreshed by its Spring waters
Comforted by its diamonds in the soil
Love made in the African pot
Brewed into expectant hearts

WEEP NOT AFRICAN CHILD

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It won’t always be like this
You won’t have to cry everyday
Because your tummy hurts
You have not eaten for days
Because drought reared its ugly head
Rain has been elusive
Mother tries
The hard ground will not relent
Even animals look at the sky
Despair written in their eyes
Heaven will not sleep tonight
Until your heart is settled
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TALES FROM MY FORESKIN

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The crack of an orange African dawn
Signifies the beginning of this ceremony
It’s brutally cold outside
The stillness of early morning
Creeps underneath my bare skin
I can hear ululations from excited women
The men chant victory war like songs
Drum beats in the distance align to my heart’s rhythm
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THE BEADED AFRICAN WOMAN

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She wakes up before the cock crows
Her life revolves around her family
Decades of traditions that have bore her down
She has stood firm knowing what she wants
Life is easy when her family is happy
Tilling the land so it brings forth precious food
She sings as if to encourage the seedlings to grow
Seasons are known to her like the back of her hand
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I TASTED A RAIN DROP

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It began to rain
On this thirsty African soil
A seed slowly germinated
Moistened by the drop of autumn rain
Ants rythymically move on the ground
Gathering pieces of food
Like a well choreographed dance of the night
Leaves are pelted by rain
As the weight of the water
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