Mother Africa, tough love

A womb,
a tomb,
waterless deserts,
impenetrable forests,
mother of profusion,
plethora,
age,
time,
darkness,
light,
ferocity,
chasms,
meet,
sprouting plants,
umbilical of continents,
endowed,
peopled with primal
races,
Zenj,
Chwezi.
Nubia,
Azande,
Ophir,
Kerma,
Azania,
Abyssinia,
a patch-work of climes,
dark green rivers,
engorged veins,
blue spots of lakes,
in courtship,
with valleys,
forests,
plains and mountains,
diversity,
races,
spread from here,
along time's stretch,
a few remained,
all thrive,
sanity,
sincerity,
a taming rebuke,
synergy with nature,
Africa's lessons.

From: 
ugandabeinsanfrancisco.blogspot.com




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tom Mukasa is a recipient of the Anne Frank Human Rights Award. He lives in San Francisco, California USA, enjoys country-walks, volunteers with social development organizations. He has a passion for working in the laboratory and with teams working towards the cure of HIV. He is the co-founder of the Global Social Justice Action Against Xenophobia (JAXp). He is a blogger but also finds time to write poem-stories using the traditional Buganda style rendered in English. Many more of his poems are on: ugandabeinsanfrancisco.blogspot.com. Enjoy reading them but do not forget to share a remark as well as following him. Thank you, you are lovely!


Last updated July 14, 2015