In my idleness and tiredness
Of hearing the screams of pain,
I decided to take a stroll in Africa
And what did I see?
I saw indifference chewing an unmeasured stick
Sitting on our wall, watching and shaking its head
I reached out but it had sold its ears to disappointment
And had thrown its mind to the future puppies who may never find it
I walked on and reached our grand palace
There, sitting on our throne was corruption with a caption
“I own this, the dull fools have endorsed me”
I looked and yes, the mandate was authentic
I reached the town and instantly wore a frown
There, many mouths pounded themselves in desperation
Tongues wagged in disappointment
But all the words stayed in throats, never heard around the palace
I looked and looked to find the cause of the filth
Which filled my eyes, funny, I saw traces in everyone
From the janitor to the boss
Form the jobless to the jobful, traces of dirt stay in their eyes
I’ve realised headway is impossible
What is possible is getting a new path
So that corruption, illnesses and struggles
Can be abandoned at the current settlement.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
2 replies on “A STROLL IN AFRICA”
To BE AWare without being stuck .BEING the CHANGE…Heart to Heart Robyn
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Being the change, yes. If only we can all be the change. It seems impossible.
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