Seeing that Africa was young and endowed with treasures,
There came many kings seeking to lure her and dominate her.
And Africa, much to their disappointment rejected all of them,
But the kings went and took counsel how they might put down Africa.
Behold, with deceitful pretenses, they seized Africa and raped her –
The king of the tribe of the British,
The king of the tribe the Dutch,
The king of the tribe of the Spanish,
The king of the tribe of the French,
And the king of the tribe of the Belgians –
Each king holding each limb, they took turns and raped Africa.
And in those days Africa was barely a teen.
She lay on the ground in pain and agony.
Her blood flowed through the gold mines of South Africa and the Gold Coast,
Through the diamond and copper mines of Sierra Leone and the Congo,
Through the rubber plantations of Liberia,
And finally through the uranium mines of the Niger.
Vagabonds, did Africa produce as offsprings.
And I saw an old queen wearing a gold crown stolen from none but Africa.
Suddenly there came a loud voice from Abyssinia saying:
‘We shall wipe her tears and we shall restore Africa to her people.’
And after the voice, I saw Africa anew, adorned as a bride
For her groom – for her people.
The old Africa is long gone – this is a new Africa!
And I saw her people embrace her – and there was no more war nor strife nor
Disease nor ignorance nor even revenge in her heart.
©2015. Tawia Tsekumah.