Africa, it’s me again.
How are you holding up with this 
Corona virus? 
Don’t want to answer? 

Freedom! 
What can we pay for the price of freedom— 
to move like the river, 
flowing effortlessly through valleys and over mountains, 
and to fly freely like the birds, 
dancing in the sky with joy uncontained? 
To stay grounded and connected, 
down to earth like the trees, 
standing tall and strong, offering shade and solace. 
To roam the earth like animals, 
wild and unrestrained, embracing life’s adventures.

Africa,
you who have a thousand tongues of language, 
who hold within you children of diverse dialects— 
how are you holding up, dear?

Africa!
AFRICA!

Hear the cry of one of your children’s children; I am lost—  
find me.  
Show me the way through this tangled web of uncertainty.  
Wash me with the milk of your earth,  
nourish my spirit with your essence.  
Mold me with your rich soil,  
the very foundation from which we rise.  
Build me with your thousands of colorful cultures,  
each thread weaving a tapestry of unity and strength.  

Pin to my tongue your languages— 
the songs of our ancestors echoing in my heart. 
And to my heart, let me carry your grace— 
the wisdom of generations flowing through my veins.

Africa, biko chereme!  
Africa, abeg no leave me.  
Africa, please don’t leave me behind in this time of struggle.

Clothe me with your greens— 
the vibrant hues of life that fill our lands with hope.  
Paint me with your flowers— 
each petal a story waiting to be told.  
Design my skin like soil— 
rich and deep, a testament to resilience.  
And TAG me an AFRICAN— 
a proud bearer of heritage and culture.

On this day we celebrate our identity— 
  HAPPY AFRICAN DAY!

May 7th, 2020 ~•gifttaylor•~

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