An edited version: They haunted me, the following thoughts [pushing men and women miserly].
What if our Ancestors abandoned we? The world gave up on her, this isn’t a mystery. We are the Children of a Woman called Africa, she loves the world genuinely. What if our forefathers acted selfishly? Humans were being sold to slavery, actual Human Beings given away freely.
Your story doesn’t add up, straighten up! Precisely, they have not foreseen this. World, have you even processed those atrocities? Straight ought to be our distorted History! Always writing like our tomorrow may die anytime soon- like immediately.
Writing this poem pondering; what if? And yet this father of yours gave up on your mother… He did so relentlessly. Hence giving up on their children and grandchildren. Forty years later, and more, they are still wondering for the Promised Land to see.
That was the last you heard. And you will never read this from the forsaken breed; let’s us be! HENCE writing. Rewriting History. Niggardly.
© Christian Djimra Koumtog