Ode To My Mother Continent

 

If you were a country, 

perhaps, my mother continent Africa

You'd be the place I call home

A place so serene and quiet, I'd travel far and wide

beyond the known ridges and realize your beauty

I'd travel —

Leave my city and journey to your capital

to savor your fragrance, 

marvel at your towering skies

And revel in the beauty of your landscapes

Like Romeo and Juliet, I'd track distant lands

Leave my city, and travel to your majestic rivers

The essence of nature, life, and love would blossom forth

As I sail across your seas, and oceans, watching whales

And aquatic life, in wonder, I'd roam

Through the Budongo, Congo, or mau forests, I'd stray

Watching tigers, and wildlife, in their natural sway

In the Sahara's golden dunes, I'd rest my weary eyes

On the jungle kings, in awe, I'd realize

Realize the essence of nature 

the beauty of love

If you were ! My love

I'd hold you tight to the bosom of my heart

find peace in loving you 

like my mother —

(my beautiful ugly mother)

       Africa

I'd love your thighs, caress them

And dive into the world romanticism 

if only you were —

my mother continent