Culture
Running through traffic
Sweet trickling from my last wick
Burnt out average Nigerian Miss
Thinking if the flight on my forever wish list
Will end up being unrealistic.
Then it hit me
Souls fought to get to where I love least
To where I didn't deem fit
To the Africa that seems so out of history .
I realized.....
No ,we are the real deal
We are what we need
The black one with the lead
The black one with the key
We can dominate and fix
We make beauty real
The perfect trick .
This culture that's never out of time
The culture we bear as living marks culture prime in her clime .
The Africa I see is one whose peace was bought at a blood price
One whose essence we would uphold with sacrifice
Africa of hills and valleys
Mountains and beasts
Forests towards the east
Rivers flowing with mild ease
Africa ,black, bold and beautiful
The Africa where culture holds true in lives gone and lives won .
This is our Africa 🌍.