Saturday, 31 July 2010

Africa, my Africa

This is one of my favourite poems. I came across it again today and it brought back memories. Memories of learning it and not quite understanding it. The author's David Diop. Enjoy!

*p.s i know i said my next post will be on contraception, but i just had to share this first :)*

Africa, my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery
The slavery of your children

Africa, tell me Africa
Is this you, this back that is bent
This back that breaks
Under the weight of humiliation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying yes to the whip under the midday sun
But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers
That is Africa your Africa springing up anew
Springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty.


Angel said...

Wow I really liked that poem

Enitan said...

I'm glad you do Angel, i believe it's one of those forgotten gems. I absolutely love your blog, got really excited about it cuz finally something to cater to uk naturals! Keep it up :)