I Love Africa but Hate African

Courtesy of bbc.co.uk

By Denis Bateme, Guest Writer

 

My heart cherishes Africa

But my mind detests African

In her I see the paradox of a talented

Chef who only offers the least he can

 

Africa is the magnificent main house

But African is dozing lying in the corner

Of the boys’ quarter

 

Africa is the golden merchandise

But African is just a potter, unwise

 

Africa is the promise of a rich beginning

But African is that sad recurrent ending

Africa is the jackpot of investment, look

At silly African spending

 

Africa is that skin proud, loud with beauty endowed

But African, she’s the one cowed

Her skin decorated with bleach

Like she’s infected with a leech

 

Africa can feed the world full to its tummy

Yet African is always hungry

 

Africa is beaming with talent immense

Yet African, all tense

Like a short sentence

Still walks in pretense

 

Africa has music with rhythm deep

Yet African has laid her sweet voice to sleep

Turning away from songs sweet

Humming to alien melodies cheap

Undanceable even with feet

Africa is that scent of peace so fresh

Yet African, deep in his flesh

Has engraved a fire for terror

Setting ablaze, of war, a new era

 

Africa is that rib-cracking laughter of children’s play

As of the future they dream as they may

Yet African chooses to step in abrupt

Their young dreams, by his gun, caused to erupt

 

Let the Africa in every African

Be caused to resound

Let every African slip off their shoes

For we stand on holy ground

 

My heart cherishes Africa

But my mind detests African

In her I see the paradox of a talented chef

Who only offers the least he can

Denis is a second-year student in the MGM program.

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