By Victor Uzodinma Chukwuma
33. My Africa
Nurse of Homo,
Evolution cradle still dark,
Exploited, raped and mutilated.
Your Cardinal points are on fire;
Orange and Zambezi flow blood,
Yet you sleep.
They took your children
Into shackles beyond,
Your hands hanged loose.
Not again my Africa
Awake from your coma
Hence you die.
And no word
Will in your epitaph
Serve right.
34. Cry my Africa
Up there, in the humiliated forest,
Every morning cries for Africa echo,
The echoes of the dirge resonates.
She has never been same
Since they took her
To the wilderness.
She has drank of their wine,
They have crucified her mind
With their darkness.
Made a suckling pigs
She thinks everywhere is dark
And walks nude unabashed.
Victor Chukwuma, Professor of Physics, renowned for his immense contribution to the development of Astronomy and Space Science in Nigeria, is a Fellow of the Astronomical Society of Nigeria and the Nigerian Institute of Physics.
