African

I am an African By Koketso Jan Ndlovu   I’m part of the long Nile River, I’m endless but a quiver Whom nail rocks and soil upriver Then I lie on African land, mountains’ ancestor   We sweat chalk that scratch our faces, Push rocks like beetle, Break barks like Elephant’s tusks, Ran for our lives like gazelle, A soulful bird that sings anthems   My words lie on rims of calabash, Bottom tastes like African drought lands Corn and seeds melt like mass on quicksand Outside, Cultures paint customs and history Legends drank ripe vintage   If they ask about Africa, burnt it I’mRead More →