WHY ALWAYS AFRICA?
WHY ALWAYS AFRICA?
And a pen, pregnant with million questions;
Stabbing one another for answers,
As to why men demand my honour and worship
That is due God.
My pen is not an expert player
Of the Socratic game of self-inquiry,
Nor Descartes' "Cogito Ego sum";
Yet nagging questions threaten to unleash hell in my brain,
Should my pen refused to vomit them.
Murmuring isn't my pen's hobby,
Unlike Jacob's seeds before Moses
in the desert;
Yet my pen has no choice but to murmur,
As nagging questions keep me on vigil.
Why always Africa?
Why is her beautiful black skin
Her sworn eternal enemy?
Why does motherland still languish
In the desert of backwardness,
While Europe and America
Dazzle in with epochal SciTech grandeurs?
Why does Mama Africa still adorn herself
In gorgeous garments of penury and pestilences,
With her cities, desolate like Sodom and Gomorrah,
Despite her fertile womb like a virgin?
Why does motherland boil daily like palm oil in a cauldron
Kissed by flames of fire?
Why do her hamlets and villages bombard innocent ears
With sweet resonating melodies of angry bullets
Ripping assunder, wailing foetus, and corpses
With harvested private parts?
Why does the thirsty earth still suck
The blood of her offspring,
Despite Africa's annual sacrifices on the altar of World Peace?
Why always Africa?
"You are ape's kinsmen", said their scientists.
Unsaved savages with Hearts of Darkness,
Soulless souls in need of civilization and salvation",
Echoed the civilised savages and their evangelists.
Like bats at noonday,
We bowed in supplications to God and Allah,
And exchange Swem, Sango, Amadioha, and our souls and land,
For the Bible and Qur'an.
Why always Africa?
Despite rivers of tears and centuries of her toils on plantations,
And bloodshed for self rule,
She reaped poverty and self-enslavement.
She wailed like an orphan for rulers,
But got looters who loot her chaste treasure.
Why always Africa?
Why is she a daily breakfast of gossips on the lips of western media?
Why do western vultures perched on the rooftops of her ruins,
With hungry gazes to
Feast on the carcasses of her miseries?
Why always Africa?
Why always motherland?
Why?
Why always her?
© Ahoame Ngutswen Raymond
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