Song of Africa

if i never

see Africa again

i will die with her

upon my heart…

her warmth and

abundance of spirit

and love.

how i walked

her streets

and roads

and dined

on her delicacies

of simplicity:

spicy joloff rice

and fufu

pounded soft

and ugali and

the greens

that provided

simple sustenance.

if i never

see

Africa again

i will remember

how i traversed her

from west to east,

then south

her cities

and her islands…

i will revel in the

sweetness

of her oceans and lakes.

i will honor the unacknowledged

beauty of her people/my people

in various shades and colors

from copper to cream

and the rich black

of fertile earth;

i will hear her music

and dance

to its life-force

intoning

the ancient rhythms

of my soul.

if I never touch

the red earth

of Africa again

i will remain her daughter

proud and strong;

i will tell her stories

sing her songs

dispel her myths

right her wrongs..

if i never

see Africa again

i will

die

with her

upon

my heart. 

Linda Tauhid

6/5/2015

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