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
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