black oranges

xenophobia my son
i hear a murmur in the streets
a babble of adjoining markets
your cosnscience itching with guiltness like
genital leprosy
your wide eyes are cups where tears
never fall
when they fall the storm wash down bullet drains
and garbage cities
come nomzano with your whisper to drown,
blood scent stinking the rainbow altar

darfur ,petals of blood spreading ,
perfume of death choking slum nostrils
slums laden with acrid smell of mud and
debri smelling like fresh dung heaps
fear scrwaling like lizards on darfur skin

kibera ,i see you scratching your mind like ragged linen
smelling the breath of slums and diesel fumes
the smoke puffing out through ghetto ruins is the fire dousing the
emblem of the state

belly of zambezi ache with crocodile and fish
villages piled like heaps of potatoes aganst the flank
of eastern hills
farmlands dripping golden dripping dew
sunshine choking with vulgur mornings
dawns yawning with vendetta filled redemption songs
drums of freedom sounding fainter and fainter , blowing away in the wind

when streets rub their sleep out of their eyes
villagers scratch painful living from the
infertile patches of sand on this earth whose lungs
heave with copper and veins bleeding gold
ghetto buttocks sit over poverty,kalinga-linga
corruption eating breakfast with ministers,kabulonga
with shrill cries of children breaking against city walls

shire river tonight your voice rustled dry , like the scratching of old silk
politicians grow everywhere like weeds
land of ngwazi,yesterday crocodiles breakfasted on flesh
owls and birds sang with disginated protocol
ngwazi your cough drowned laughters and prayers
your breath silenced rivers and jungles

mozambique
the belief and gift of my poetry
sweat wine poured to absent , long forgotten gods and godesses
soft kiss spent on golden virgins before they aged into toothless grannies
the rhythm of samora
heartbeat of chimurenga
drumbeat of chissano
today mornings blight in corruption
a social aneroxia

abuja guns eat you more than disease
iloved you before you absorbed poverty as sponge
soaking out water
before rats chewed your roof
before you concieved men with borrowed names and totems
ghost of abacha guzzilling drums of blood and galons of oil
wiwa chasing shadows of babangida past delta of treasures

bugand cruelty is a natural weapon of a dictator
poor lives buried under rubbles of autocracy
pregnant mothers with eyes gouged out by bullets , pushing their guts
back into their bellies

luanda
a roar of old trucks
a whine of motor cycles
arumble of dead engines
america frying its fingers in oil pans of your kitchen
where europe fry , america roast
angola , if you cough , america catch a fever
angola quench my parched lungs with a spoon of oil

i see the naked thighs of your desert hills
barosteland sestwana
a servant positioned with trust
american green bloomed your desert shrubs
your loyalty is sold to she who offers the next meal
barotseland of seretse

somalia
yourlips burnt brown with exposure of rough diet
you are muffled voice , cursed and drowned into deep silence
the smell of aged incesnse and stale coffee
a tune piped by the sheperd on moutainside,only
to be half heard by and quickly forgooten by villagers

ghana
the anthill of black seed
coast blessed with gold
once a tyoung girl full of sap and strength
once perfumed with richmess and sacredness
you shared your salt and sweat fro freedom
today you a like a woman who sleep with a pillow
between her legs anticipating a miracle of man

coast of ivory
i see faces tight as skin of drum in moonlight
ivory coast, once the smoke and smell of human excitement
tonight bullet burrow into your belly like rats into sacks
of thai rice
you are the broken pot we patch to put on shelf again.




flesh of children roasting in your belly , darfur