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This poem was borne out of a desire to see Africans at home or in diaspora to have an undeniable and strong respect for who we are as a people. It is not an attempt to fostere racism but to celebrate our uniqueness in the Global Neighbourhood.
This is Fatherland.
Our Africa.
Beyond geographical expression,
Deeper than Colonial boundaries,
A Content in our spirits
The conclusions of our minds.
We will not bow,
Our gaze is set as a flint,
From eyes heavy with vision.
Tell it to them that are dim
We are bound by freedom
We be stronger than our chains.
When next the sun appears above our horizon
The light of life will echo as always
Africa stands tall again!
On the mountain's hunched edge and
Discreetly survey scenic beauty
Underneath the gaudy sun's silent,
Smouldering unfriendliness
You are not a color.
Black or Brown if you like
But not a color.
You are not a mass
Of throbbing emotions, stimulus
Or flesh and blood and calcium.
The outer vestment is a misty mask,
A voiceless wall.
You are a life and thoughts.
I am a spirit,
Clasped in skin, muscle and sense.
I am like the tide,
Channelled by direction,
Trim, copious options, contemporary nativity,
Voice and song and tales-
Treading softly upon fiery, ancient grounds
And creeping with wings
Like silent rain.
You are Africa.
Beloved Fatherland
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Impressive Adedolapo Oredoyin | Apr 7th, 2003
This piece reverberates the nostalgic feeling of being African and being proud of it.
It reminds one of the need to break the shackles that hold the continent bound; through the use of information access, technology, and knowledge.
Kudos.
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