austinobama

Born infant Her growth stunted No other than herself Wayward and self aggrandize Her pregnant children Never delivers, Those who make it to birth, Dies before christening Perhaps her doctors are docile Her midwives disillusioned Six years to her christening Her sons waged war No external aggressors Just her, herself and her sons Plagued by greed, They exhibits strands of intolerance Clobbering their swords against the, moonless sky. The aroma of gunpowder fills the air Men squealing and snarling as the, ground became greasy with gore Still they wrestle, on their mother' breasts Same breasts they sulked milk from Unperturbed the children plays Albeit with sunken eyes and swollen belly they kick their woollen ball, War songs are now lullabies, the kids recites to bed. In clusters the elders gather, Too old to fight Frail and weary, They wonder about their wounds Indeed sleep as been betrayed, Perhaps so, other than those at war To what end is this,...

It is quite astounding that Africa which was once viewed by the rest of the world, as a dark continent owing to the fact that very little was know about it....Although such impression of Africa being dark can't really be taken fully into cognizance..The Europeans who first arrived at Africa's shores gave such impression but a more detailed and microscopic look at our history shows that such assertions may not be truly right. Egypt for instance is still known as the cradle of civilization. Hieroglyphs an ancient Egyptian form of writing dates back as far as the 13th century, While the Portuguese who were the first to sail to Africa only did so in 15th century.. Slave trade then heightened in the 17th century when European farmers needed more Man power labour in their sugar cane plantations.. Slave trade obviously defined Africa status in the world stage as marked by the "Masters and servants " terminology.. The Berlin conference of 1884/1885 which was the Scrabble fo...

S itting in his wooden chair The old man gazed into the forays of           stars, his chair leaning backwards, legs crossed Arms rested peacefully on his chest His mind drifted into the inner circle of his thoughts Underneath his legs the grass swerve to the tone of the wind His eyes clinched as his thoughts veiled into the darkest parts of his past And a slight grinned as those thoughts wandered into pleasant memories. The sound of the birds screeching Painted a serene picture of a perfect Night under the stars Solitude for the old man, brings unrivalled ,tranquility one money can't afford . But in the midst of solitude he yearns for companionship. The past of his youthfulness still haunts him and now he's paying for it in every penny ,in his old age. Through does years he lamented For the panoply of the hay days is gone In self flagellation he torture himself. But why torture, when he could live Life is like a book, ev...