My people

Africa beckons to me

every now and again

Orisha the eternal

mother leads me

by the hand

from her thoughts

for all to see

African people

They gave me my color

African people

They gave me my hair

African people

they gave me my wit

and wisdom

the kind of wisdom

that goes deep

deep into the belly

where lay

the fertilized seed

of civilization

the wisdom

that knows things

things about our home

the earth

the earth that

nurtures all life

equally here

 

 

 

They watched

they remembered

they learnt

about herbs, cures

medicine secret groves

The African people

shared it

with everyone

Today the forest

and the bushes

are in little white

capsules

little vials

called tablets.

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About Writing for Fun

Writer, mother, counsellor, teacher, mediator, connector. Loves to write for fun. As thoughts come I record Follow @GOEYMAGE !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+'://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js';fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document, 'script', 'twitter-wjs');
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