Mother Africa
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Strong Hands of Mother Africa
By J. Joy “Sistah Joy” Matthews Alford
Strong hands of Mother Africa
Awaken places deep inside me
Where my ancestors dwell
Like distant echoes, your heart-beat
Reverberates off Kilimanjaro’s mountain-tops
Pulses down the Nile
Crosses the Sudan
And flows into my soul
Strong hands of Mother Africa
Call my absent spirit
To return and commune with the elders
Those who sojourned before me
Now light my path and
Await my homecoming
Strong hands of Mother Africa
Reveal to me my history
Teach me the ways of my true homeland;
Unmask the mysteries and tragedies
Of this altered consciousness
Awaken in my mind and body
The un-ripened seeds of truth,
Power, and pride
Solve for me the paradox of my mortality.
Strong hands of Mother Africa
My soul dances to your ancient rhythm
Pulsing, ever pulsing, through the veins of time
Teach me to beat Africa drums
So that I, too, may guide
Another absent spirit to your shores
So that I, too may guide another absent spirit
Home!
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To Africa
Come here rise with me
Mornings of the heart
Love is sweet and free
From the hours start
Given in to rise
Glowing new sky
Nowhere gray’s disguise
In its stepping high
Over clouds that drift
Every curtain line
Up and up to lift
To make new sunshine
Tangling the rust
On earth's field
Ages to coming dust
Stories are still wheeled
Through the open door
Every aspect goes
Riches and what they store
Wealth of green grows
Mother Nature’s thrill
Deserts sands that blaze
To new dreams fulfill
Your irresistible bright ways
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