Mother Africa

Mother Africa isn’t the hen that lays eggs only to feed on them:
Cast in innumerable tongues as she is the picture of oneness; whole!

Yoruba against Yoruba wrangling over space for homeland, for den,
Hutu against Tutsi: an orgy of ethnic cleansing for an overlord role,
Xhosa against Zulu to what effect with the red man’s cracking truncheon,
In the red people’s world of Europe Africans forget home life; strife,
For their worth they start other fracas beating each other up on streets,
For their worth they start mayhem to fall sick for becoming wretched,
For their worth even more wretched than the wretched; their colonisers,
Wounds of old are festering in misrule, independent mutants to no where!

Mother Africa isn’t the hen that lays eggs only to feed on them:
Cast in innumerable tongues as she is the picture of oneness; whole!

Some scrape phlegm from the walls of their congealed throat walls
An almighty guttural oration and splat on the pavement or whatever!
Some gain more degrees for a bigger share of their national cakes
They go back home to indulge their skills of embezzlement if need be!
Some watch day in, day out like neighbourhood watch away from home,
Take the wrong step and the kiss their teeth at you in a display of contempt!

Some will go down traditional routes with high embellishment to ruin,
Some will sleep at night and work at night for madam’s burgeoning empire!

Mother Africa isn’t the hen that lays eggs only to feed on them:
Cast in innumerable tongues as she is the picture of oneness; whole!

Others will be programme analysts, doctors, lawyers, engineers and accountants,
Promising everything when they go back to endless personal entertainment!
Others will go back to muddy the political climate up that bit more for a piece,
Promising the world and offering vacuous gifts bought from cuts of
already low wages!
Others will worship endlessly awaiting the father of all fathers to
bring them peace,
Boasting of the promises their almighty father has promised them in
the hereafter!
Others will slovenly descend into alcoholism bearing rotting teeth of
tar; enjoyment?
Promising to be there again tomorrow for a top up of owed debts carelessly!
Others will not write a single letter home to say hello for fear of
financial help,
Promising everything and not sending a single thing home to suffering parents!
Others will try their best only to find their best is never enough:
send this or that,
Promising haven and earth and never making enough to live up to their promises!
Others will merry go round for the sheer pleasure of spraying pounds
upon pounds,
Promising stories of exploits and victories to tell friend and
siblings unable to pay their ways!
Others will just beg on the way side from the brothers, sisters and
significant others,
Promising to go home rich and actually achieving their goal to the fullest!

When we finish avoiding the issue let us not blame mother Africa
Mother Africa isn’t the hen that lays eggs only to feed on them:
Cast in innumerable tongues as she is the picture of oneness; whole!
We do mother Africa enough damage in our conservative self-righteousness.

Mia Nikasimo © 2011