Etosha to Okavango – A Poem by Dave Lewis
Etosha to Okavango an Africa Poem by Dave Lewis
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African Poems
This category is purposely for amazing African poems
Cabinda – A Poem By Dave Lewis
Poem: Cabinda Look! The Bakongo are here – beautiful and strong honey-sweet fat caterpillar-lipped tasting of frangipani in dew, statuesque curves adorned in psychedelic charms… Open that casket, give the men nzimbu shells and tell them to wash off that sugar sweat of jungle. Then check the chains are tight, they’ll shrink down to the
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Ode to Leone Stars – A Poem By Ella Llewelyn Jones
Leone Stars
Stars in our eyes.
Our hearts a beating Limba drum
Our eyes glued in anticipation
We watch them kicking up a storm
On the football pitch
Awaiting that jubilation…
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Abu Bakarr Jalloh’s African Dream – A Poem by Ella Llewelyn Jones
This poem is dedicated to Abu Bakarr Jalloh, Founder of The African Dream, and it is written by British-Sierra Leonean author and poet Ella Llewelyn Jones.
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Poisonous Benefactor
For the sake of reporting a camera was rolling. In we swallowed with our faces in documentaries, but who cares we were hungry anyway. Genuinely I felt loved when handed that bottle of water, i was thirsty till my organs got dry. Satiety attained, my eyes are open, my understanding is clearer now. So i
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There’s No Heartbeat
Tough guy with a tear in the eye.The negro warrior with a pain in the heart.Emptiness!Yes, Emptiness is the emotion I feel while on stage.They all hail but I know I’m just an empty bleeding vessel not fit for use. From where I stand the view is different! From where I am, reality is strange.
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The African Dream
On a cold morning, I do pick up my pen to write. Yes, willing to write it down but literally unable to paint a picture of my dream. Blinded with struggles, the pain is vivid and the glory blur.Oh lord! the distance between my dreams and my reality is more than a journey of a