I AM STAN

 

I am poetry

I am the definition of the handwriting

On the walls of Babylon

The one your fathers couldn’t read

The one you are learning how to write

 

I am black

A proof beyond the colour on my skin

I am a testament of strong bronzed men and regal black women

From whose loins I sprang

See I am a story deeply rooted in the root of Africa

 

A story inscribed on the walls of Zimbabwe

I am the Ndebele’s, the Ngoni’s, the Zulu’s, the Yoruba’s, Igbo’s and Hausa’s

I represent a culture sprang forth by different mothers

Yet remain kinsmen of a single father

 

See I am Africa

The cradle of civilization

I beget humanity at the Nile valley

And made love to nature at Victoria fall

Yet I am the son that was sold to colonialism

And became a myth in a white man’s tongue

 

I am the river Nile

I am the foot print on the walls of Africa

The one who took course across the walls of Congo

Down to the land of the fallen kings

 

I am the voice you hear from the talking drum

The “ogene” is beaten to remind you

To tell our story in our native tongue

 

I am wole soyinka, chinue Achebe, Chimamanda Adichie, Tunji sotimirin, Niyi Osundare, El Robert, Paul word

I am the words written

To re-write the broken history of our story

Hoping that things that fell apart would one day fall back together

 

I

Am

Stan