Mourning Afrika
With reclining ease her chants and sounds created a stampede of twirling lingo and endless lines. Avocado plains pulsing to the beat of djembe drums blue yodels cavorting to a 6 stringed bass. Her womb stirred this cauldron craze birthing a love affair with rhythm and rhyme A long legged giraffe, resplendent in the salutations of her offspring Her beauty incomparable, impenetrable, A Countess decked with garlands, A queen praised by saplings, earthen groans that pushed forth greatness. “Oh Mama, the wonder of your divine beauty, you who scrupulously nurtured the pained even in your gloom and affliction, whose sorrows filled buckets hauled across hills to faraway water coils, an untamable fire that coursed a rich legacy; humble eloquence clothe