Monday, January 26, 2015

I AM AFRICAN BECAUSE AFRICA WAS BORN IN ME

One day as I was crossing A River Between, the Arrow of God struck my Blood Knot and it hurt my Bones as I yelled that Things Fall Apart before A Dry Season sets in and I am reminded that Living, loving and Lying Awake at Night is meant to tell me that The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born so I must avoid all Nervous Conditions because I will Marry When I want after I travel the Famished Road to find him who shall sing for me Song of Lawino and tell me about The Joys of Motherhood.  My people watch the suffering and only say Cry The Beloved Country.  This has become Labrythings with not even A Grain of Wheat and we need Chaka to come announce to us all the Death and the King’s Horseman.  The Arrow of God will surely find us all if we do not pay attention to our sufferings and the sufferings of our people.  For God and my Stomach.

NOT by me -- All the above was written by legends from Africa.  Lest We Forget.
Martha Leah Zesaguli (Nangalama)
Moncton, Canada
Born and Raised in Uganda (Bududa District)


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