You are not just Africa,
A place I come from.
You are all that makes us.
Our countries,
All bearing fruits of languages
Infused in attires
Worn by my Zulu neighbors.
How else will I tell I am African?
My Igbo name is Ezedinma.
That Adamu ‘jumping dance’ says I am Maasai.
His well sewn kente suit,
Visual of our arts embodied in pottery,
Sculpture of unbaked clay,
Bronze, wood and brass.
Beads on a dance parade
Let’s talk of the Himba dreadlocks
Our history of slavery couldn’t stop us
Still we are the Africa.
This Poem was published in the July 2022 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
Read – Here I Belong – A Poem by Liberty Taruvinga, Zimbabwe
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