| I Am by Sally Amaka Okafor |
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| Articles - Poetry |
| Monday, 17 August 2009 09:37 |
I AmI am the Atlantic and Indian ocean
Their waters are fused in mine I am the yellow Indian gold And the bronze of the masks of Benin I am sweet fried plantain And roti, hot off the tava I am the pale skin of the invaded Punjab And the colourful black of the displaced and exploited Nigeria I am hot and dry hamatan And the stormy wet heat of monsoon I am the sticky syrup of gelibi And the strong watery sweetness of sugar cane. So when you look at me, You may think you know what you see But I'm telling you Inside my flesh and bones Are things I don't even know Wars that have been waged Love that has been made Children that were taken And truces that were broken. You see, Africa and India Created something together A little nugget of, something That is changing all the time. I am Africa - the mother land I am India, my mother's land God's creation.
Reading by Sally Amaka Okafor at PIH Conference 2006
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