MIDNIGHT CRY

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Submitted: November 02, 2018

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MIDNIGHT CRY

Ori ni ro ro!

That is the voice of mother, Calling the wind of caution, Singing the song of time.

She said the face of the night is scary, And the smile of the moon in blooded. She said the storm is going to be a long one, And the essence of life is going to be buried in it.

Somewhere in the dark nativity is left to die, Somewhere in the cold virtue is left to wander afar,

She said her home has become a playground for predators, And the bed of her fathers had become footstools for strangers. The values of her mothers dipped in mud.

She said the market at her backyard sells wisdom, But her daughters had journeyed the long path to acquire foolishness. They sing the sweet song of feminism, Forgetting to place the pot at the fireplace.

She said her sons are natives to laziness, And have refused to pay heed to manhood. She said they lick their scrotums, Yet expect to wear a lion's vest.

Her voice echoes in the stillness far beyond, Her tears flows down the river of lingage, From age to age she sings the songs of moonlight, Telling her children to dance the dance of Africa.

The night is cold my child, she said, The storm has come from the distant west. To what fate do we slumber when home is the bedrock of sacrilege?

Ori ni ro ro!

That is the voice of mother Africa, Calling the wind of caution, Singing the songs of moonlight,

From age to age she sings the song of Linage, Telling her Children to dance the dance of Africa!

(Let Africa be home again)

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© John Praise Ochoche

02/11/2018


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