Africa, my home

A woman stoop by the burning lantern
It was morning
her eyes, yet found a sleep
Tending to the lambs
that clothe her sheet

Noisy the wind was
Calm the heart is
Yet she was glad
she’d tell it again
how fine she has been

Brave, wise and warm
The crown of all women around
She’s get a garb
Her lover found her heart

Dareful, she is
lions pay her honour
Relentless whole being,
she never give up
Her dreams
Even when the sun
Has given blessed
part of her peas

Faithful to nature’s bliss
Her voice awaken the spirit
She’s the cry
That lines gold the heavenly stream

Africa, my woman
How wine cannot be sweeter than thee!

Proud to be one, the taste gladdens my heart this warm evening, as always, I can’t but tell the world.

Mo ju ba(I hail thee)!!!



About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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2 Responses to Africa, my home

  1. Coach says:

    Reblogged this on kemwrites and commented:
    great piece


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