Poetry

I am inspired by words
music
poetry
stories
conversations
Voices take me on a journey into myself
I live
I learn
I am a child of Africa
Breathing African Air

My poetry book will be ready for publishing soon.

Here is one of my poems.

Breathing African Air

Flightless dust bathes the air as the ostrich dances on two-toed feet to Africa’s beat; musty air hangs humid and motionless ’til rain quenches the parched and red-hot heat – this is Africa: the birthplace of man. A rainbow stretches across basalt cliffs and cascading falls; painted rock faces imprint chronicles of man migrating across desert, savannah, terraces – this is Africa: the motion of man. Small streams meander till rapids beat rock; turbulent whitewater erodes the way, rumbling and tumbling to lose themselves in cascading cataracts’ mist of spray – this is Africa: unquenched quest of man. On blue-green savannah in haze of heat the springbok stands a statue and gazes; zebra camouflaged in shaded dry bush flicks flies as robust buffalo grazes – this is Africa: the treasure of man. Marula mampoer makes monkey mellow; while elephants forage fermented fruit, even-toed giraffe spreads and almost splits, an amazing feat for legs, to lap near coot – this is Africa: for Safari man. The albatross dynamically soars; nose-tubed in anticipation it breathes salt laden air, polluted like the depths, where dolphin dances and dives, wrestles, wreathes – this is Africa: the refuse for man. Death in rotting carcasses call raptors in their hordes, to scavenge the battlefields where fear falls prey to foe; the hyena eats as a volt of vultures pry for yields – this is Africa, the wake waits for man.