The Foreign Native lives on my Father’s land

The Strenght of an African Man

Dear brother, whose eyes bear vision to the unseeable, whose hands hold the path to our future, whose feet lead the way to our salvation. 

Dear brother whose mind configures the meaning of our existence, whose words reveal the truth in our lies, whose ears transform our hopes to purpose.

Your smile holds so much sadness, yet it brings resolution to the turmoils that  revere at its joy. You are the reflection of power and beauty, an art form that cannot be understood, a mould that can never loose character no matter what shape it takes.

Dear brother you give life to what is obsolete and you churn out food from the dirt in your hands. You are simply an icon of resilience and a picturesque vision of a meek mountain that nestles the airy trees and drives the restless rivers. 


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