Took Bruno, my dearest white friend, to Africa
Showed him around
Breathtaking scenery
Exciting lakes, rivers, and mountains
People smiling, children playing
Enjoying life in Africa
Beautiful sunny day
Took my friend for a walk at night
Cause the stars were shining
Bright as stadium light
Walked around huts
Made from straws and wood
Heard women screaming in joy
Making love to their men
Having orgasm
In Africa
My friend got offended
Said it doesn't exist
Became deaf and blind
His camera
Made in Japan
Programmed to record the misery of my people
Shattered into pieces
Couldn't stand the joy
Can't see life
Can't see the joy
Bruno flew home
To have his camera and his senses mended
Cause he went crazy
They treated him in Europe
Gave him the full dose of fake news
DBC, FNN, World Geographic
About my Africa
About my people
Shock therapy
Hypnotized and deleted his memory
Of the joy in Africa
Bruno is well now
Thanks God
Busy lecturing people and writing books
About the misery in Africa
This poem a lot about Africa and how it is distorted by the western media. Thank you
There's a lot to this narrative. It could be so true of the way some people see things.There is a spirit in Africa second to none on earth. Great heart, great expression and celebration of the gift of life and who we are. Identity. I like this poem.
Oh! Africa Oh! world oppressed peoples now suffer in xenophobia! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's always a long gap between the natural & man made parameters towards fulfillment of the soul