Good morning Africa

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The sun is shining in all brilliance and delight

Doing his very best to spread life and cheer

Flamboyant blossoms hasten to welcome him

Spilling sweet aromas in their joyous haste

The little birds and crickets raise a song

And all the crawling creatures beneath

Join in the happy chorus. 

 

Rocks on distant hills

Echo the melodious tune

The warming air breezes softly

Whispering sweet tidings to the world

The listening trees and grasses, 

tickled in deep places

sway in gentle dance,

And now the sun itself stands still

To take in the sights and the sounds.

 

Have you read: Village Boy Impressions - The Joys of Mother Africa

 

Deep in the lustrous jungle, 

the lions roar,

the rhinoceros charge,

zebras bray and fray,

giraffes stretch out long necks,

to glimpse the wonder 

and the beauty, and

laughing rivers run on.

Only we, the idle masters,

Impervious ingrates

Oblivious of the promise

and the praise,

Drool on in slumber, sadly.


Up from your beds

Slothful masters!

Too long have you lain in drooling sleep

Too long have you lain in restless repose

Your limps numb from inaction

Your arms wasted with torpidity

Your bones rotten with inertia and 

Your mouths, filled with childish whining; 

Why this, why that, why me

Why not them? 

 

Read Here: Village Boy Impressions - Why Ever Do We Dream?

 

Arise! 

Master sluggards,

Look and listen! 

Across this mighty land

The cry resounds;

Rock and rubble

Hill and hillock

Herb and shrub

Leaf and blade

Bird and beetle, 

all cry out in alarm.

 

"Awake Africa" they say.

Wipe the drivel from your cheeks

Shake the crippling dew from your limbs

It is a new day, a beautiful day

This land holds great promise

And great praise.


Awake, Africa!

Dream no more in slumber,

Celebrate the wonder that you are!

Arise, Africa!

Master your destiny!

 

Image courtesy of Pan African Television


Comments

  1. Obaekobi Maamle Amiteye10:49 pm, March 11, 2021

    Nice piece dear. I think it's about time all little masters abandoned dreams on their mats and started living the dreams.

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  2. Paa Emma10:16 pm, May 25, 2022

    You always manage to out do yourself. Great piece.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Martin Akandawen6:14 pm, May 29, 2022

    đź‘Ś

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