It is the thuds and beats
Carried by winds,
That tell the story
Echoing mother Africa.
On the great African dance floor,
Dance to the African sound.
The mother-to-mother Africa.
The soother and healer
Of the torn apart
African heart.
Time to dance
To the simple tune,
All from the African village.
That, that holds the memory,
Of the untold mysteries.
Those only understood
By true African culture.
A heartbeat at the core,
Right from ancestry.
It only sounds with every hit,
Great mother Africa.
It is the African sound.
This poem was published in the 11th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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More Poems:
Read – These Beats – Odirile Jenamiso (Botswana)
Djembe – Neba Terry (Cameroon)
Hazina Ya Nina Sifia – Kimani Halima (Kenya)
