Martins Ekong – Nigeria
Once, we were blacks and brazen,
Like moon peeping into night’s shrines,
With soft songs of love,
Dropping from the lips of guava tree.
Once we were blacks and broad,
With wide laps like the Congo River,
Swaying to the rhythm of palms,
And our chests, mounded cliffs.
Once we were blacks and bold,
Kith hopes climbing the Kilimanjaro,
Reaching for the orgasm of its tip
To pluck fruits for our lingering hunger.
Once we were blacks and beautiful,
Before black became darkness
Dressed in fear and evil
That chase our eyes and souls.
Once we were blacks,
Before we became blank.
Now, black is everything,
Artist: Odei Nyamekye – Ghana
Excerpt from #1 Youth Shades, September 2016