I got marooned on the Smiling Coast.
There I met an African beauty,
“Habari Yako,” she said,
Rattling off rich melodious languages.
Her Ashanti outfit had the value of gold.
It was stunningly mouthwatering and manifold,
It never gets old,
Neither can it be bought nor sold.
She took me to her native Kigali,
Where she served me a lip-smacking ugali.
A befitting King’s welcome,
An outpouring of respect and hospitality.
As we sat around the fire,
Her grandfather churned out folktales.
The village folks painted the village red,
With riveting traditional dances,
Which were easy on the eyes.
We got sandwiched between Cape and Cairo.
My desire to be here eternally burned in a crescendo.
Here I belong,
Africa is where my heart is.
This Poem was published in the July 2022 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
Read – Africa – A Poem by Busayo Fakunle, Nigeria
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