Father Africa

I saw a man
Small, thin, slightly stooped
He seemed wise,
Like father Africa
Whatever that means

But I knew him
In his countenance, in his insignificance
In the respect that I instinctively felt for him
I wanted to curtsey
To kneel, as women of my country do
And ask for his blessing

My heart swells with love,
For what he represents
It means I miss my father
That my motherland has not deserted me

Though almost a decade and a half has ensued,
Without sight or sound
I am still of that land
That comforts me still, from oceans away


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