Mother Africa

I danced through the landscape that made thee,
Listened to the lyrics that composed you.
You’re a myth, a composition of great but, you are not Alexandra.
You’re the mother to Zik. Belly to Mandela and home to Kofi known as Annan.
No, your heroes are not all dead
But rising beyond their black skin to rule the world outside the thorns – this dead-end.


Let me know your thoughts about this poem. Thanks for reading.

Published by Adekunle Writes

Adekunle is the author of a poetry collection, 'Arise Nigeria'. A young writer, Adekunle is a correspondent at Church Times Newspaper and Contributing Editor for Interviews at OPEN: Journal of Arts and Letters. He's the recipient of Daily Trust Newspaper's Poet of the week, January 2019. Follow me on Instagram on Adewunmi

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