She was in the market
Trading her accessories (goods)
With pride and confidence,
Hers, was different, and bulky
Calling the attention of all and Sundry.
Alas, (he) came in his roller coaster,
With his glowing white skin shining
In the sunset of her glory,
He demanded her name, she said
Africa was applauded by his skin,
She ignorantly told him everything
That made her Africa and the secret
Of her God made resources that
Made the difference in the world.
He made a demand to her goods,
Promising to transform them,
To the best of what she never
Have imagined it to be, He said
Africa, let me make you a well
She deemed his color,
For intelligence and humanity,
Thereby giving her goods,
Her daughter and Son,
For a mischievous favor.
Africa waited for her goods,
Her children and her source,
They never returned to her,
As she heard he claimed
Authority over all (even her children).
She cried for years, her other children
Fought for her independence, she got
Her freedom but her source was mixed
With his blood, intelligence and self
So, Africa was never the same woman.
Her eyes became open to see his reality,
He was a woman like her, she was in
Disguise and yet she couldn’t see
They were both equal!
She has imprisoned Africa(her) in
The prison of Neo Colonialism.
Cry! Weep! Pray for Africa
She awaits her savior.