Africana Poem by obinna tochi
Africana
The dancing city
In a dancing mood,
Filled, she is with poetic orgasm.
Laughing loud, even louder than big- bang- boom…
Flowing with food, bread, wine and palm oil…
Intellects like the Niles,
Raided by the sword-nosed…
Yet rich enough to be called her king.
A home to the many wildlife.
Things others withhold are still free!
‘Africa! Africa! …
Oh! The most beautiful of homes, '
The age cried.
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