I am from Africa
January 24, 2017
A continent that is filled with beauty and hope
Ashes of the kindle that was left burning
Hot morning suns to the dry nights
Spoiled crops to the oily foods
The result mixture of love and hate
Underground water holes
The don’t knows and the unknowns
Yet to be discovered mystery
barefoot walks
Long never ending connected rivers
Lost in trust with the government
Runways from old lands to the new lands for safety
Sleepless nights and nightmares of the shooter
Overfilled stomach to the growling ones
Old gates of friendship and wealth
Sewing needles in shades
Milked cows by dawn
Dirty waters
Leftovers
A place that was once named “Golden”
A place my ancestors fought to have built
A place that was once called half London because of its tall buildings and beauty
A place that’s unforgettable
The real Africa that isn’t shown in TV
Hidden beneath veneer of poverty, hunger, and death