By the truth of this falling rain
Your love, indeed my heart gain
For that think I not with my head
That alive were my wits but now are dead.


By the truth of her smiling moon
O seas am shaken by this raging monsoon
Tickling the rough waters of my passion
Upon which sails a ship in sweet tension.

Wonder I who be compared to you
That men might think of a few
Of which myself and my hearts me
Reckons non be a mirror to thee

By the truth of these mesmerizing eyes
Lambent of its nature and coruscating in a manner,
Where else in the world are such rubescent lips
If not in the gyrating vanity of thy jolly moon

(Fahad Kaija, Uganda)



AFRICA MY PRIDE by Ifeanyichukwu Dim

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