The Magi Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

We know this people, the magi of Africa,
Long ago travelers of casual space,
Who came through aquatic railways
to rest on our somber soil,
with rats coiled in the shell of their heart.
Hello Africans, let's hail this people.

Hail hail hail, we hail,
The magi of Africa may you be hailed!

They came cunningly in robe of a ' sheep' -
Who woke many men from the crippling sleep
that swallowed our ancestors into its dark dungeon.
The amazement of the shade their skin is hued,
Warmly outstretched our arms to wrap them,
Not knowing they had intent to have us subdued
when we were washed away with their gifts of gold,
frankincense and myrrh of eternal hope.

All hail the magi of Africa.

Hail hail hail we hail,
The magi of Africa may you be hailed!

This people, who shot us with dilated eyes
married to the pride
sitting on the shoulders of our folly in the patch
when we were wise in the ritual burning
of the flesh of our virgin sisters
as sacrifices to the arts of our hands -
mute mouths, pad ears and laden legs of rocks.
The old tents we built for the sojourn of demons
who hid in the wooden dolls as gods,
Had a place in the eyes of the magi of Africa.
But they receded into the hut of gossips and said,
'Let us tale them about the god of truth and life,
And let them see us as good people, that
they may let us reap their land'.

All hail the magi of Africa.

Hail hail hail we hail,
The magi of Africa may you be hailed!

They fed our ears with living tone of truth,
Truth bearing light that is brighter
than the cat-eyes of the moon
under which our evenings sat.
And under the morning sun
that can't lead our inner eyes.
But in their sight we were not
only black monkeys, but also black zombies,
Who would only be puppets to the truth, religiously,
Without bathing our souls and spirits
in the river of the word they shared with us.

All hail the magi of Africa.

Hail hail hail we hail,
The magi of Africa may you be hailed!

And before we loosed our fingers
from the interlocking bond that glued us together,
To allow the air of our mothering blackness to
freely comb through the spaces thereof,
We began to see the wonders of
the truth they introduced to us.
But this people,
Who are led by the diamond in their skulls,
In the day of their departure,
They took away the lonely deities of our ancestors
(to rehearse the lunacy of our fathers) , especially the gods of egypt;
The Horus with which their eyes are washed,
Leaving their heart to eternal darkness.

All hail the magi of Africa.

Hail hail hail we hail,
The magi of Africa may you be hailed!

Wisdom speaks to mankind
in admonition of the face of aging time,
That the first shall be the last,
And the former last shall be the first.
Now we see the magi of Africa occupying that space
where we were before the sojourn of their days.
They left the sky, the sky left them
to the employment of us as messengers of the invisible sun.
But now the Magi of Africa preach a strange sermon,
Introducing us to the gods they stole, or bought from us.
These gods, that only the scents of burning flesh
get their madness paused,
Have brought their lives below the rationality of wildlife,
Fornicating with a race repatriated from heaven.

We Africans,
On a shy tickling bed of hitched two
We have seen a drake and a duck; a cow and a bull;
A buck and a doe; a stallion and a mare;
A goose and a gander; a cob and a pen;
Not even as filthy as swine,
We Africans, we've not seen a boar and a boar,
Neither a gander and a gander
What then shall we say to the magi of Afica?

Fie!

Let's fall the curtain
on their sodom show in Gomorrah.