TELL THEM AFRICA IS BEAUTIFUL
I have longed waited to put my pain on this torn parchment because anger has broken my quill through the battle I fought for Africa to stand like a potent man being scared by the eves who came in the morning but was giving a village square to distool our culture, today we love deception
These are the words that have packed itself with so much haste to the extent that I care less to anyone who come across it; that Africa is in darkness
Whenever the name Africa is mentioned
War, poverty and greediness becomes our description
Which part of Africa is not beautiful
Just cast your mind back in the days where our kings were superior and their utterances scared the gods to stop haunting the people.
Imagine the black beauty of an African woman, her soft backyard decorated with a castanet beads playing rhythms when she decides to fore play you with ecstasy at night, now we’re bleaching
Because our colonial masters will come for inspection
Is Africa the future?
Or the future is Africa?
Our land is blessed with gold, diamonds and bauxites, yet toil and struggles is sweet for us
The indigenes are intellects with invention
But our song is sung without optimism
Our dark skin always portray our mind
Tell them Africa is beautiful
A land of great history
Our stories are genuine not a fiction
AGBALENHROLA THE POET.