The Blessing Accursed

On my fathers did they smile, these gods, long ago. Like a constellation they shimmered all the away From Congo’s mounts, across seas and hills To these green colonnades beyond Rio del Rey. For their seed, there was a blessing, my fathers’ journey here, When the shores of my enchantments were only sand and stone….

The Endless Journey of a Bantu Slave

O Zanzibar of Oman crib! When beyond the Kenyan heights your horns did holler Its roar redeemed, from my weary limbs, A glimpse of the fears of a Bantu slave. That hence from rivers of the pristine littoral, Washed by a stately splash of Majestic Atlantic, I set to bask in the sun beams of…