Sunday, May 26, 2024
black women run... with a million other dreams on their backs...
The struggles of Senghor are the struggles of Stokely, The troubles of Tubman are the troubles of Tambo
'I did not know how he would receive me; so I did what cowardice and false pride suggested was the best thing, - walked deliberately to him, took off my hat, and said, "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?"'
We learnt to dance to the beat of our hearts, Feet stamping steady to the constant concord of living,
...In order that wicked man, who is of this earth, May terrify no more.
Sometimes justice comes for those yet unborn, so that they never face the light...
Labels are used to dispossess, but what is taken from somewhere, has to go somewhere else.
A short poem on how humanity treats those they consider disposable
We use it to tell us false truths about Africa and civilisation
1 nation 1 spirit, 1heart of steel. I celebrate Naija