Too often misperceived, I come to tell my own story, from my own eyes, undiluted. I will live and speak up for myself.
A verdoyant continent, majestically spreading its wings.
I hold the early origins. I carry the future in me.
I carry life and nourishment for my people, and for the world. Proudly Black, yet colourful.
A sweet tooth was having a soliloque. “These days when I eat chocolate, I feel guilty. I think of the callous hands of the farmers, When I chew it My teeth rattle My tongue gets heavy In…
“Why don’t you go back to your country?” I get asked that quite often. I also asked myself quite often. Like a traitor, I do not belong neither here nor there. My homeland wants me, but I…