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ALWAYS THERE

I am like Orji, the iroko tree
I have seen winds and waves
I have stood the storms and thunder,
Yet, at my feet lies Onu-iyi-ama
The little lovely lake of spring,
Where sits a swimming pool for kids.
Everyday, I see kids come and go,
Happy that they can swim and play.

I am like Duru-ejowe's rock, yes!
I am like the rock of Gibraltar
I have seen the harshest weathers
And the wildest beasts of the jungle,
Yet, at my feet flows the cleanest water,
And everyday, many in need do come,
To Stoop and fetch my gifts of spring
Happy that enough does flow for all.

I am like Ala, the earth, yes!
I am the ground on which you stand.
I carry all that is placed on me,
Yet, I bother no one to carry me.
You may try to run the best you can,
A mile or two or a nation far,
I am, and will be there under your feet.
Happy despite your march and pounds.

I am like Ugbua, the moment now.
I have seen the past meet the future,
I have seen ages come and go, and
Generations of people born and die.
In me, on me, events take their place.
Yes! I am what time is to change,
I am ageless as well as timeless,
And surely too, I am always there.

From the Book - Poems of Life
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A group of African poets, dancers, and performers from Nigeria, Haiti, and the Carribean merge with other western artists to perform a dance and dramatic poem
ALWAYS THERE

I am like Orji, the iroko tree
I have seen winds and waves
I have stood the storms and thunder,
Yet, at my feet lies Onu-iyi-ama
The little lovely lake of spring,
Where sits a swimming pool for kids.
Everyday, I see kids come and go,
Happy that they can swim and play.

I am like Duru-ejowe's rock, yes!
I am like the rock of Gibraltar
I have seen the harshest weathers
And the wildest beasts of the jungle,
Yet, at my feet flows the cleanest water,
And everyday, many in need do come,
To Stoop and fetch my gifts of spring
Happy that enough does flow for all.

I am like Ala, the earth, yes!
I am the ground on which you stand.
I carry all that is placed on me,
Yet, I bother no one to carry me.
You may try to run the best you can,
A mile or two or a nation far,
I am, and will be there under your feet.
Happy despite your march and pounds.

I am like Ugbua, the moment now.
I have seen the past meet the future,
I have seen ages come and go, and
Generations of people born and die.
In me, on me, events take their place.
Yes! I am what time is to change,
I am ageless as well as timeless,
And surely too, I am always there.

From the Book - Poems of Life
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POEMS ABOUT AFRICA
SONG OF ADMONITION
By Emeka Azuine, London, England

Africa:
My ancestors taught you
You refused the counsel of the wise
What new knowledge will I teach you
As I do not breed Solomon's blood?

Africa:
Learn this song I sing
Never let it slip like rain and moon
Look and see your children cry
As burdens of hunger suck them dry.

Africa:
Hear and see them writhe
In agonies of disharmony they fry
As wars rip their skulls
So in grief and weary do my heart bleed.

Africa:
Thus will my ancestors and I bleed
Till you rid your camps of manless men
Whose spirits paddle our lives
In the seas of death where they live.         

LINKS TO MORE AFRICAN POEMS
its me by GARABULUT
(Yousef  karimi)  Iran
(UNEDITED SUBMISSION)

> its me,
> with wounds,
> remained of oppressors
> lashes.
>
> its me,
> pillaged by plunderers,
> foully,
> and ... savagely.
>
> its me,
> with all of my conditions,
> characters,
> im stood  right out here,
> firmness.
>
> its me,
> the property of negroes,
> as every time,
> as they choosen me in far-past.
>
> its me,
> and my heart beats for
> my gentle and kind residents,
> as for every one.
>
> its me,
> the land of wounders,
> fighting for survival and finally,
> the land of peace.
>
> its me,
> black africa!
> its me,
> and I will be always!
>
> my  eye worried about you:
> dear negroes!
> its me,
> black africa.
> inside ocians,
> apart from continents.
>
> its me,
> with a hot, beater but restful heart.
> with large and broad
> vessels.
>
> its me,
> coverd by deserts,
> without water.
> but strong and splendid alive
> creatures.
>
> its me,
> with magic yeast,
> filled with riches,
> needed for my
> residents.
>
> its me,
> with a long past,
> coverd with power and dignity,
> an descent and nobility.
>
> its me,
> owner of a hoisted height
> with a white head
>  (climangaro).
>
> its me,
> the land of negros,
> kind, pure, sincere and
> gentle people.


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