Time After Present

Africa what do you see?

I see the bright future filled with mist and dormant

I see dusty soils of the Sahara deserts

Maliciously barbarize and afghans the eyes of the motherland

The Ambrosial scent of morass,

Aridly abash beak,

A civilized atom encloses,

Pregnant with contingency

Delivering stringency

I see the bright sun merging from the east,

Aridly invading

From the last night be fated ambush,

Expecting to amuse with anguish

I see a gruff cadaver of animals half sunk in a pool of sand,

Lenten animals animating helplessly,

Rejected and affected by forces of nature

Oh! Mother Africa

What do you see?

Big-headed children with bombastic abdomens

Hoping but sloping

Broken and bonded

Cursed but crafted.

By Ntandokayise McBeth Ndlovu