WHEN IT COMES TO AFRICA

WHEN IT COMES TO AFRICA

Mind navigate to unusual beauty
Mind is hanged to abnormality
Counting the abundance riches
Like the Emperor's sacredness.

I lonely found in monology
I obstinately found in apology
For I knew Africa beyond the sky
Warmly lost in nightmare of jingling.

I sat on a sacred traditional chair
Carrying the cow horn hording in air
Letting cattle amazingly node in fair
To the reggae like rhythm soothed pair.

The image of beautiful kids and mamas
Invaded my mind and ended in admires
Yams, potatoes, ugali, hanged my desires
Raffia gowns, neckless odour uniqueness.

I found millionaires in Africa
Owning tales of essence in Africa
Could find no eternal rest but Africa
Could learn classic smile in lonely Africa
Taught negritude song last ever in Africa.