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They invited me to the place
I feared the most.
like a true street wise analyst,
I never let my feared dominate me.
On my way in, they told me
I am in hell, but I saw heaven.
what I saw, feared me
people standing in the corner
influcenced by globalization,
poisining thier temple,
losing thier holiness,
African mother exhausted
Of living in this European lifestyle
where poverty is taking a part,
youth with no identity of thier own,
losing thier african roots,
in that I saw myself, mother tongue
I have lost, at least they have something to prove
thier Africanism, what about me?
my intellegence they proved wrong,
but they made me wise.
In this place i saw the greatest gift of all, love,
love in each other, I found love!
they told me welcome, for once i felt like,
I belong somewhere, but not in my mind,
and i call this place home.
Sebastio,
ReplyDelete"at least they have something to prove
their Africanism"
that is a great line!
I'd like to see more from you.
ty for visiting my space!
ReplyDeleteUr a fine young writer. I really like what u wrote here. Be proud of ur identity...be proud that u realise the greatest gift of all is LOVE.
u rock!
Keshi.