I Like goods, they’re transported in goods Like firewood, they are bundled to alien homes They are things sold in barter trade Oh Africa! Oh paths of lives! II Like tools, they are used and left Like the headless, they are shunned in decisions Like crumbs, they are swept as rubbish Oh Africa! Oh paths […]
Theirs was to be the cooks And shy from books Theirs was to the weights Of the night and be baits Theirs was to be the incubators And be great spectators Theirs was to till the farms And protect little ones from harms Theirs was to be clear of dreams […]
In countless words told I could easily break in a thoughtless hold For many cagy stitchy words The machines kept busier with their mouths than hungry birds To paint the picture of my frailty Interfering with my mental agility Your back must please in a pleasurable bed It doesn’t have to be […]
She works in the kitchen But her ears are in the bedroom Alert and protective of her infant cradle One eye is on the road Awaiting the arrival of her beloved As the other works with her hands To put great taste on the table But her welcoming goes sour. Her beloved comes with […]
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