Africa
By Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro
Copyright 2014 Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro
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Copyright © 2014 Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro
Dedication:
To Africa & Africans!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:
I am paying tribute to Dr. G. A. Agambila the Vice President of Ghana Association of Writers (GAW) for being an intellectual icon and a hub of inspiration and doing the first edit.
I appreciate the following pundits: Zakiya Penny, Ronnie Lee Daise and Bulawa Zukiswa for this book’s rich Praise Report which can easily pass for the main content.
Thanks to you, for choosing to read this book!
Praise Report
Africa is a book of poems where each poem reads like a short story. Fascinated and intrigued by every word, I found that when I thought I had found a favorite, the next poem was even better! Imaginative and inspiring, Author Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro displays a refreshing and unique literary style that is indicative to his Ghanaian roots and global experiences. Once I started reading "Africa" I couldn't put it down. "Africa" gives you a colorful vision, uniquely seen through the eyes of a poet.
Zakiya Penny, Founder/Director Sabayet Foundation
Africa is a must read!!! Wilson Amooro is a needed voice in the true world of pure poetry. A soul blessed with the rare gift of interpretations. I am impressed with the heart and art of Author Wilson Amooro, and I am honored to call him, my brother.
Published Poet Ronnie Lee Daise, USA
My friend Wilson Amooro:
Siphosihle that is a suitable name for you, and it means “a beautiful or precious gift’’ from the Xhosa tribe of South Africa
Bulawa Zukiswa, South Africa
Table of Contents:
Praise Report
Beyond the Drought
WAKE UP, BLACK WOMAN!
Africa’s Tears
I Am Strong
Africa is our Dreamland
Haunted Desire
Prize of an African
African Woman
Road to Redemption
Our Unsung Heroes
African Mama Cries
African Papa Cries
Dreams without teams
Prisoner to President: Nelson Mandela
Black Youth Wake Up!
Feeling for Africa
Victim to Survivor
Rhythm of Africa
Volunteers for Africa
A-F-R-I-C-A
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Beyond the Drought
Tears of Hope
Slowly ooze from those sunken eyes
To nurse our arid soils
BEYOND THE DROUGHT
My feeble veins
Calmly await love’s transfusion
From its own home
BEYOND THE DROUGHT
No more shall those tender eyes
Be witnesses to the raiding torment of history
But our patience will silence the heat
BEYOND THE DROUGHT
Can you see it-the way I feel
Or can you feel it-the way I see it
That Africa will someday soon flourish
BEYOND THE DROUGHT
God bless the little children of Africa, who innocently suffer for the pains, they do not deserve.
WAKE UP, BLACK WOMAN!
Beautiful woman
The rich melanin that bathes your skin
Reflects your true beauty
And is able to resurrect
The sleeping aesthetic senses
You need no mirror to prove it
Did you hear the rumour?
The crown Prince of Tamale
Had his vision blinded
By your alluring charm.
Beautiful woman
My heart wept
When the waves hit me hard
In my auditory canals
That you want to rob yourself of the rich melanin
With a matter called bleach
You want to be more of someone else
And less of yourself
You need no pearls
Nor mirror to reflect your true image
In fact, you are regarded as accurately representing
The womb of fertility
Beautiful Black woman
Africa’s Tears
There comes a consoling feeling
Flooding the corners
Of our eyes as a people
Soaking our hidden emotions
Traveling down the streets of our cheeks
In its own language and motion
Don’t fight this feeling
Allow it to flow
Allow it to show
At the end we will grow
Others may try to make an untrue story
Out of our past hurt
Don’t feel sorry
For who you are
Keep moving
Please, don’t worry
Let it flow
Beneath this skin tone
We will grow
United as one
Sometimes we can’t hold it any longer
The stronger
The feeling
The refreshing the healing
I cry not because of a broken nail
But for the unfed souls around the world
I cry not because of riches
But for our ill looking kids shown on the news yesterday
Yet we step on earth of diamonds and gold
But our own is treating us so cold
It hits my heart
Like the wild wind of the cyclone
Self-pest glued to our possession
When our kids are afraid
To pronounce their confession
To claim the dreamland
Our pride as a people has been sold out
The more I try to forgive my past
The more I won’t forget the lessons
That have brought me thus far
Counting my loss
Makes me red to very own destiny
Africa will go far
If we cherished our history
And won’t wait for anyone to tell our story
I have a refreshing feeling
Our heartaches won’t stay longer
We are stronger
This flows directly into my veins
I believe the toil of our forefathers
Won’t be in vain.
I Am Strong
If I never cried
I bet today
I wouldn’t be that strong
There comes a feeling
That refreshes the soul
After this voyage
So my dear, pregnant mother
Grab your divine healing
As you push, push and push
Let your eyes sweetly rain
No fears
Our hospital has no electricity
Like the President’s city
One more little push
For my sibling in there
Ahead is our gain
If I never tasted pain
I guess the meaning of gain
Wouldn
’t wake me up from this sickbed
Through the tubes I am being fed
To resurrect my spirit within
I will rise again
I am strong
If I never lost
There wouldn’t be value or cost
To add to what I cherish the most
Africa will recover from modern slavery
Starting from weeding out our own
Milking us down
With lessons learned are blessings
Double, double, double
Please don’t tremble
Be calm no trouble
Komla Afeke Dumor of BBC fame
Is still making us proud
Up there
As I saw him in my dream
In his usual infectious grin
He whispered to me,
‘shhhh my young poet Wilson don’t scream
It’s Africa appointed to win, win and win’
If we knew how strong
We would be today
We wouldn’t care or run away
But comfortably laugh at our every human weakness
Happiness, our home
To cure every despaired syndrome
I am strong
That’s where I belong
I know someday
When my child’s eyes greet mine
And asks me the one most important question,
‘How did you make it?’
I pray my memories rescue me
And remember to sing this lone song
[Written by the days I walked on earth above]
I will find strength to let it all out
In my own way
As I feel me still rising
Woes washed away
No matter the weather
Together, child let’s hum this sweet melody along
Africa is strong
I am strong
We are strong
Africa is our Dreamland
Africa is a lifestyle
Our life is but a dream
Each step rouses us to love
Dare to dream
Beautiful fantasy clouds the unpredictable challenges
The relishing smiles our facial tattoos
An emblem of customs and taboos
Rhythmic sounds music from our earth’s cymbal
Dare to dream
Our dreams travel beyond imaginary
And may not be all sweet as ice cream
HOPE will take Africans there
Courage will be admired
Endurance will be honourable
Africa dares to dream
A touch of perfected precision pays
A gentle spirit will envision visions
Leaving no room for grief to be conceived
Got my eyeballs impregnated with bliss
Why should ubuntu be endangered?
When every day I see a new heaven
A land promised with completeness
This is right in front of me
In my African brethren’s eyes
Haunted Desire
I DREAM NOT OF A PERFECT AFRICA
BUT ONE NOT FAR FROM BEING PERFECT PER SE:
I dream not to be crowned only the richest
But one not far from being the wisest
Stretching my hands over to heal my world
Refreshing
Relieving
Resurrecting
I feel it all inside
African pride
I dream never to package beautiful lies
Branded in immoderate flattery
Standing in failing promises
That’s amiss the African pride
But one whose words:
Would inspire
Motivate
And resurrect the common man's heart
Deeply from the words
My lips are anointed to say
I dream never again for any man
To be a slave
But to each individual
On their own
Taking their own decisions
Making their own choices
In the new gown of human dignity
My desire is to see a free Africa
Each man to the doing of their own conscience
Reconnecting to the tales of our ancestors
Told from the hearts of our forefathers
Together, we claim our Africa
Our dreamland
Prize of an African
I strive to prove my opponents wrong
I want to show others that I belong
I forgive to build up my heart as strong
I need no approval from man and woman
I do it for joy to prolong
This prize I desire for this journey long
Africa will win with resolve by forging along
African Woman
"Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates."
Proverbs 31:30-31
Worth of an African woman
Through my cloudy days
Her smiles
Startled me with sunshine
That lingered bright in my ways
Despite the distant miles
She’s focus on the destination
Not the turbulent journey
She is the pride of her child
Her counsel
So sweet to my longing soul
Presenting me
With the key of life
To unlock treasured sage
The creations of her fingers
Pampering my aging body
Dearly she is my reason to be
Deeply she is the passion stirring in me
In her tender eyes my destiny I see
Her impregnated thoughts
Whispering into my sleep
I sweetly weep
For what she made me get
I cannot forget
The world envies me
Because in my every step
I feel possibilities calling my name
Because of your unfeigned love
There is no dearth
For us today below or above
I'm not done yet:
May God continue to bless
The womb that nursed the world
African woman
You make us so proud
With your presence and your synergy around
Road to Redemption
Too many tears rolled for self-pity
Ignored human duty
Deserted for the Almighty
Emotionally cheated
Mentally teased
Spiritually starved
Some moments the hurt is stronger
Our suffering won’t last longer
Dear past
Your lips told us tales
About our wretchedness
Only our hearts could explain
How beautiful we felt inside
With the African pride
Metaphorically we compare our realities
To a broken shoe
Yet we believe
The more we practice to dance
In its wretchedness
With our hearts glued to our happiness
The better we can perfect our imperfection
From the past
Our joy will stay to last
Today
We are arrested midway
Our past and the future
We are still on top
Savor a sweet lullaby in your tongues
To hypnotize our every sorrow
And resurrect the sleeping hero in the African
So long unsung
Dear Future
I have found the right person to carry me on
On this road called Redemption
I was too blind to know
I can do it as an African
I am powerful
; African, I can!
Whenever I brave on
On this track with lack of fear
It starts with refreshed tears
Filling in the happiness within
So pure
Both mild and wild seasons
Will come so sure
Reason I want to lead first the way unknown
Bringing healing home
For the glory days of our unborn generations
Our Unsung Heroes
You need somebody
Someone else needs you
Wipe away that tear
And say no to fear
Invited or uninvited
Don’t hide that delightful cheer
Someone needs it
You know you need it more
We are never alone
You can be whatever and/or whoever
You put your mind to
In your quest for joy
Sometimes your feelings
May be mistaken by others for a toy
Sometimes they won’t call you bad
A friendly ‘ungood ‘ is thrown at you
Don’t let negative labeling pull you down
Let it motivate you to grab your crown
When your hard work is accomplished
Some may not commend you
From today you don’t need everyone’s approval
To get there
When you promise yourself
‘No turning back’
You are filled with confidence without lack
Don’t race for prizes...
Stand for Mama Africa’s dignity to be restored
Every step you move
Have the motherland in mind
Look forward
Keep looking forward
Build a sanctuary for the disadvantaged
As you climb high
Worshipped with love
Nourish the well being of our own
I smell freedom today for Africa
The freedom that releases our unsung sweet melodies
From mental slavery
You are an unsung hero for mama Africa
Release your unsung sweet melody
YOU my unsung hero for mama Africa
African Mama Cries
Her grey hair whispered
Into her mind
That one day another lady
Would steal her son away from her
I saw her two tear drops
Travel down on the roads of separation and affection
Forfeiting my holidays
To lay my gentle hands on her face
This time her consoling tears
Traveled down her cheeks