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 green Africa, Your iron and steel gagged my move to redeem. Letters, amidst a cry from Nubia, spring from Timbuktu Spare, O Zanzibar, this remnant of a rainbow! For once, along the Limpopo, it graced my mother’s neck. Her beads, from old Ibadan, through the … Continue reading The Endless Journey of a Bantu Slave