Of My African Mindset

There lies the grave... There lies the open yard with graves of fetid dead blood, Here sadness and endless cries of African Orphans have been forever buried, There lies hunger and pain, Emaciated eyes of the unborn yet to see Where blood knows no age, Alongside deep depths of silence, suffering, hopelessness The ever crackling of expensive imported guns The blood-flow contaminating the stream waters Has now ceased And now clean water can be drawn again But with trembling feet of our African women, Who draw water with legs that are ready to dart, The sleepless nights can now relish on slumber As grass grows on the graves that have stories untold Where specters of violence, pain and inhumanity Now peacefully rest. I say! Look at the grave yard Where hunger, poverty and illiteracy Are now laid for eternity; Look at the rays of a new dawn Without the ugliness of silence Listen to the birds chirp again, Listen as the rejuvenated African drums Sound at a dista

Of late, I have come into contact with the weirdest of people. Not by way of their physical nature, but by their way of character. I have been in close proximity with a man that talks more than the idlest of minds, a woman with no sense of pity for another, a teenager who oozes words of shame to his elders..well, a crazy world it has turned out to be. Or so I have come to learn,.. In many ways, we learn how to live with people, to talk, to listen...we are born bare...with minds that are blank and ready to capture whatever is around us. We grasp like little babies, imitate those around us, learn words that build or destroy us, act on every single thing we find our little hands or minds can reach... Being a child is one of those amazing things we experience..BUT...Wait...Its just once!...then we grow up, most traits we acquire from our parents, neighbours, school, the law of the land. We learn what gets us into trouble, what really makes us happy, we sacrifice for love and things