I told you earlier about living in Ghana for 5 years and these are some of the memories that came back to the states with me. I believe that traveling around the world is Mother Natures greatest sporting arena. I call this little piece “The Motherland”. Take from it what you need and the things you have yet to find seek within yourself. Because what you frown upon, might be another man’s pleasure.
THE MOTHERLAND
I remember
The freedom enjoyed
Before we boarded their ships
And how our native tongue
Flowed in the breeze
From a young virgin lips.
It’s a melody
Long lost
And separated by years
But the echoes
From the past
Still resonate in my ears.
Can you imagine
A place
Where no chore was in vein?
Or making time
For your brother
Wasn’t an object of shame?
An incredible land
With golden pastures
Shape shifting with ease,
As the fragrance
For Mother Nature
Sprays her essence on leaves.
Open plains
To a jungle
Which appear savage are tamed
And everybody
In the village
Seemed to know me by name.
I remember the drums
That our
Ancestors played,
And how the heat
From the sun
Made us long for the shade.
There kids
Played in fields
Unencumbered by streets
They found
Refuge in knowing
What their elders had to teach.
Man, I remember
The old songs
That brought tears to my eyes
And that the courage
Of a man gave him the strength
To want to cry
I am overcome
By waves of nostalgia
Ankle deep in sand
Every time I reflect
On the pleasant memories
That take me back to the Motherland.
STREET JUSTICE 