Story : I have not been in Africa since December 12th, 2000 and I miss her. God willing, I will see her next year.
Proem: When will I see you again? My Muse to never lose for any gain! Island of beauty and wonderful words and Love to regain. Allowing you to contemplate your options, I am your Main.
The World is going insane and I can testify that I’m not the same; like a plant that was originally a grain. . . Flourish with me by the day and don’t you say nay: Poetry is our ain!
Poem : Plagued by an ongoing poverty that has characterized our Wealth and Race and its skin, we are still in recovery. We were and are still suffering from a shift in dynamism as we re-assess our Kin. Persistent is the notion of Blackness that is the epitome of every Human Being and the essence of our DNA and melanin. But who are we and why have we been the cause and reason for so many atrocities? Let us in! These were just thoughts [heavy in me] that are now conveyed. Know that we miss you. When will we see you again?
© Christian D. Koumtog