there's something about you; perhaps it is the way you knot an armour out of your pain
or the way you watch your children desecrate your thighs with the blood of their brothers.

there's something about how you carry grief in your chest and let them off with the 12am wind
or the way you become a desert, sometimes an oasis, other times rivers, later you become a savvanah where there is a girdle of black binding your waist.


its the way you carry love, pain, rejection, fear, trust on your back
or the way your lips contain bruises, kisses from friends and fiends.


it is how you place me beside yourself, by the fire and whisper old tales into my ears.

and Africa i love you.

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