Poems and Poetry

Sun-Splashed Africa

 From the eastern horizon
It travels all season
Piping through the skyline
Like a piece of golden dime

As the day gets older
It grows bolder
Splashing it’s way
Across the ragged landscape

Activating all flora and fauna
Radiating it’s heat
Sometimes caressing
Other times scorching

I can hear the tom-tom drum
The piercing shrill of the oja flute
The droning hum of the ikoro
The melodious strum of the kora strings

Heralding this new dawn
Of a sun-splashed Africa

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