Cry Africa

Africa has been known as the Dark Continent for ages and this name seems to be embedded deeper and deeper as from what we see all around from acts that fill our hearts with grief. From the 147 who lost their lives in the Garissa attack of whom 22 were Christians attending Christian Union, Boko Haram carrying away girls , the recent South African xenophobic attacks to the drowning African migrants headed to Europe.
It’s a hard time for Africans but more so for the African Christian. This poem is dedicated to true sons and daughters of Africa. To those who cling on to the name of Jesus to the very end. Let’s pray for Africa.
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 As I sing Hallelujah screams fill the air and hell ascends
Gunfire rocks the air in staccato and it seems it never ends
Jumping over bodies strewn on painted floors
Splattered red with young blood so early gone

In this caving shadows my heart crouches and hides
Scared of men hoisting black flags who come in the nights
To carry my sisters off never to be known dead or alive
Scarring mothers, leaving fathers with open wounds, deprived

I scram and gasp as I grasp a straw of freedom
Thinking my neighbor was surely going to be my keeper
Surely he understands but he turns and wildly screams
“Burn the foreigners, and rob them clean”

I scamper and get into a boat that’ll take me out of this hole
Am hungry and tattered but as the boat rocks am full of hope
To see the Promised Land where my soul will be whole
But midway, my midnight they decide the twelve must drown

Where do I run to, oh me wretched soul for I was born African
Al Shabab makes me their Shabaha to them I’m the Kaffir
Boko Haram hunts me down for to them I’m Mwana Haram.
The South African shouts at me “Mabahambe “
As they ‘weka tyre’ and burn the blackness into me