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the Mother of Africa
by Kalikala SmithSouth of the Border,
of Zimbabwe,
in Mozambique,
there is a Mother,
with two Daughters,
a Son,
and a Man.
They catch fish.
Their children play,
in the Red Sand.
It is July,
one of their Cooler months,
and they sit together,
watching their goat graze,
and wonder what Tomorrow,
will bring.
On Chawanga beach,
Man catches fish to sell,
to the White men.
Money can buy rice,
chickens,
another goat.
Mother,
sometimes called Mama,
when the Children are scared,
she walks through the rows of maize,
gathering what she can,
to dry,
and grind down,
for the evening's meal.
She remembers,
not so long ago,
the War that happened here.
The very soil she stood upon,
was made even more red,
by the blood shed by her Parents,
her Brother, her Sister.
She hid, amongst the leaves,
and watched as rebels fought,
for freedom from the Portuguese.
And now,
she is fearless,
and picks her corn,
and tends to her Children,
and loves her Man,
and prays to her God,
that the heart and soul of Africa,
will never be lost. 04/19/2007 Author's Note: the forgotten continent
Posted on 04/19/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith
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