The Story Of Africa Poem by Edward Dzonze

The story unfolds
darkness today
but tomorrow it will be day
We might not see but we sure know
Poverty is not the story of Africa
not this blinding darkness either
We grope, we fall but that's not it all
we curse the darkness and rebuke the ground
Our story can not be grounded before dawn

Yesterday we fell, today we arise
the scars on our bodies paid the price
To arise is wise, we await the sunrise
Xenophobia is not the story of the Bantu
sometimes the road takes a sudden bend
but a traveler surely knows it's not the end
We stampede, we panic
but the sound we make in the jungle is not the music of the jungle
We arise to sing a new song
Ubuntuism; the sound track to the evolution of the Bantu

Darkness upon the land
The story unfolds,
We grope, we fall but we arise
We rise to go but sometimes we fall again
Terror is not the flow
of river Nile and Niger
Darkness fools the shadow out of sight,
deceive the eye and not the mind
We might not see but we sure know
Tribalism and civil wars
is not the story of Africa
Sometimes the fall hurts
but losing the chase hurts even more
and so we rise...

Yes, the story unfolds
we can endure nights longer than our sleep
but we can not endure sleep longer than the nights upon us
We grope, we fall but that's not all
We rise to go but sometimes we fall again
We might not see but we sure know
Africa will someday conquer its miseries,
It shall dawn in Africa as it dawned in America
and the lines will be read to the children of Africa
Yes, the story will be read to this end