Our Heritage: Poetry for AfricaOur Heritage: Poetry for Africa
When breasts like hills stood on their chests And babies never began to ride on their backs, The living dead, our incomparable jewels Dared not rub faeces on the faces[...]
When breasts like hills stood on their chests And babies never began to ride on their backs, The living dead, our incomparable jewels Dared not rub faeces on the faces[...]
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi Go, pen, on gospel errandHoly word shall be thy witnessAfraid not to say what is goodPlease, give relief to the distress,Preach what’s right about[...]
The Sculptor’s delight Amongst His numerous arts.Priceless and inestimable jewel, Sculptured well with clays so clean!Wrapped she perfectly, in shiny dark skin,Like a beautiful moon gleaming in her ball Taintless[...]
My beloved killed me once, And really, I died aptly twice So badly, she fridges me to ice At every sight of her elegance The charming stare of her face,[...]
Smile when this world frowns at youSmile when your Goliaths taunt youSmile when for a battle you’re teasedSmile at them for you’re a man of peaceSmile when victuals aren’t yet[...]