Prologue

Poetry transcends mere ink on paper, the profound echo of a soul yearning to connect, the rhythmic pulse of deep-seated emotions aching to be heard. In “First Creation,” we encounter not just a collection of poems but a raw, heartfelt outpouring from a young poetess—her innermost reflections on the tangled web of life, the sweetness and sorrow of love, and the vibrant world that envelops her. Each verse is a delicate whisper of truth, inviting readers to immerse themselves in its depths; each line serves as a luminous window into the unspoken emotions that stir within, revealing fears, dreams, and the quiet joys that make her heart beat fervently. This anthology is a journey through the labyrinth of feelings that connect us all, showcasing the power of vulnerability and the beauty of self-expression.

Within these pages, you will discover a tapestry of words intricately woven with the profound love of a motherland—Africa, a majestic land steeped in resilience and breathtaking beauty. Some poems spring forth with the fiery warmth of newfound passion, radiating joy and hope, while others resonate with the deep ache of heartbreak, reflecting the pain that often shadows our journeys. Each piece carries whispers of the universe’s vast mysteries, inviting contemplation on life’s unpredictable paths and the rollercoaster of emotions we navigate. Dive into the embrace of self-love, where we seek to accept and celebrate our true selves in all our complexities. This collection serves as a heartfelt invitation to explore life’s raw, unfiltered realities and feel the rhythm of untamed emotions that intimately connect us.

Let the words wrap around you like a warm hug, stirring memories and feelings long forgotten, urging you to explore the depths of your heart and soul.

First Creation transcends mere words; it delves into the raw honesty of our deepest emotions. These are not just poems; they are whispers of the heart, capturing truths you may have felt but never dared to voice. They embody the unarticulated, those feelings that linger in the shadows, now illuminated for you. Allow them to resonate within you, to stir your spirit—embark on this profound journey through the landscapes of love, the ache of loss, and the soul’s most profound yearnings.

THE STORY OF AFRICA

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Blood moon glows in the silent night,

Pots simmer low, fire burning bright.

No necks craning, no forks in sight,

Just hands and hearts, holding tight.

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No silverware clinking, no need for gold,

Only souls linking, stories told.

Under the sky, so deep, so red,

We feast on love, on words unsaid.

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Their music pounds, fierce and wild,

Not slow, not soft, not meek or mild.

No waltzing steps, no graceful glide,

Just pulsing beats and hearts open wide.

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Sweating bodies, burning skin,

Palms that sting, yet souls draw in.

Nevertheless, through heat and song,

Hearts are joining, fierce and strong.

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There’s love, no fear, no walls to tear,

Clothes are worn, but hearts are bare.

Sheep are sheared, their wool so pure,

Meat gets shared, and spirits endure.

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Hope is strong, it cannot break,

Together, they rise for unity’s sake.

No shattered dreams, no dark despair,

Just a world of love, a bond to share.

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The skins are dark, not coloured bright,

Easy breaths are scarce in the night.

When spirits rise, the air grows thick,

Everybody feels the pull, the trick.

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Grudges fade like shadows tall,

Mauled by the wind, broken, small.

In the heat of the ritual, hearts are laid,

Seeking peace in the light and the shade.

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The continent is dark, deep as the night,

Rough and rugged, yet full of light.

Lively, vibrant, with a pulse so strong,

A spirit that’s endured, unwavering all along.

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Yet, sadly, it goes unnoticed, unseen,

Its strength is hidden behind the veil of routine.

But in its heart, the fire will burn,

For the world will one day, finally, return.

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It’s home, where I’m never alone,

The troubles fade, and the weight is gone.

Whenever Mama calls me to eat some,

I know, despite the world, this place is not gruesome.

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Here, love is woven in every thread,

In every meal, in every word said.

For in this space, I feel alive,

In the warmth of home, I thrive.

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It is not perfect, yet it’s compact,

A land of strength, though the orders lacked.

Leaders’ voices, discordant and loud,

Guiding battles through a stormy cloud.

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They watched as their lands were taken away,

As victories turned to dust and grey.

But still, the spirit of the people stands,

Holding on to dreams with steady hands.

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On the battlefields, spears were killing,

Guns were firing, hearts unwilling.

And love, once strong, was slipping away,

As children wept, refusing to lie.

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With all that blood spilling on the ground,

Silent cries were the only sound.

In the chaos, hope seemed far,

Yet still, some hearts wished on a star.

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The place was a jungle, wild and free,

The people knew neither of Christmas nor the tree.

The whites began to mingle, to weave their spell,

Tossing Christendom like a jingle bell.

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In catching it, they lost their way,

Their freedom is fading, day by day.

To the white man, they gave their trust,

But in the end, the cost was just.

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Their ways were not clean, far from pure,

They said they shouldn’t be seen, to endure.

Taught the mothers to be lean,

While the children grew cold, sharp, and mean.

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They broke the bonds, they stole the light,

Shrouding the land in endless nights.

But through the pain, the hearts still yearned,

For a brighter day, for a world to be returned.

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They had technology in their chronology,

Biology and tautology are all part of their ideology.

Ophthalmology and phonology, they claimed as their own,

They thought they had invented it, yet the seeds were already sown.

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But they got it all inverted, the truth lost in the spin,

For what they called progress was a cycle to begin.

In their hands, the tools of the past,

Yet they failed to see the wisdom that would last.

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After they came, our lives were changed,

The world we knew was rearranged.

We entered a game, not for fame,

But to light a flame, to end the shame.

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A spark of hope for our land to rise,

A dream that could not be disguised.

Through struggle, we found our way,

To bring a brighter, better day.

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Yes, we dropped the witches,

And took on the switches.

We faced the wickedest,

Tackled the wildest,

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But still, in our hearts, we strive,

To thrive, to feel alive.

Chasing riches, chasing dreams,

Hoping to find the light that gleams.

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What’s wrong with a few flaws?

As long as we stay out of the devil’s claws?

We won’t crawl, not anymore,

We’ve taken blows, we’ve felt the war.

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But still, we rise, we stand so tall,

Through every storm, we never fall.

We’ve survived before, through loss and pain,

And we will rise, over and over again.

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We won’t beg a son of man,

No one would hear or understand.

We will learn, we will strive,

Keep the fire in us alive.

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Welfare is distant, the road is long,

But we are fierce; we are strong.

Through the struggle, come what may,

It’ll all be alright one day.

(The journey might seem so long, but don’t stop, take a break,

remember that you’re brave, and then continue)