Will South Africans let 27 years of Madiba Mandela’s
life wash down the Orange River like an orange peel?
Will the naked witty words that land on the Afro-beats of
Abami-Eda Fela be left to inspire the hills to a dance of truth?
Will Bishop Tutu’s white dove be chased from the olive tree with sticks and stones?
And will the greens of Wangari Mathaai be left to rust?
Will the writings of Achebe, Soyinka, Sehene, Kofi and
other great literary minds be left to the trees to read?
Will the legislatives of Oliver Tambo, Rotimi Williams, Kuenyehia
and other learned fellows be left to rats, cats and lizards to uphold?
Will the tears and blood of Rwandans, Sudanese, Congolese
and Somalia’s be washed with more?
When elephants have lost weight from worrying about our tomorrow-
What is left of the Antelope?
When you see lion’s cry at the state of Africa, you wonder what tears will be left in
the eyes of the crickets.
Even eagles cannot see why-
a new leaf in our rough African book cannot be turned.
konye ori
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