AFRICA,MY LAND!
Oh Africa,
your rivers whisper
muffled tones.
Your sound will roar into
my fossil bones.
Although the calm cradle of humankind
Has become royal table of
Unconscious mind
Africa shall never die
If sweet things do not live longer
You will never die despite
The fierce hunger
I DREW MY FUTURE
On the heavy notebook of my future,
I drew a dawn bird
Gazing at red falling sky
Whose melodious footfall
Is like a galloping mountain
I drew a soiled grave,
Sweating scented wings of darkness
And bended white milk
Over the maternity bed of a poetic bed
I drew escapes knives
Looking like molecular fountains
Bearing a solicitous criminal
I drew rocky stones
Of similes and compared
Awkward african continent shape
With the unpleasant rebels guns
To calm my gesticulating philosophy
I will draw myself
Wearing a soldier equipment
Like golden Umkhonto we Sizwe fighters
But the rugged mountains of Kivu
THE FALLING OF NIGHT
Night falls under
The streams of eyeballs
To trench flayed sky
Like a wild ghost of oceans
Like conspiring visions,
Anger of charred famine
Will die of scattered politician’s courage
With sorrel leaves of sahara
If only cedar beds could
Stumble on baying fire
And spurts bouquets of sun
We could wipe our salty tears
With handcuff of hope
I thought an amulet of beams
To breathe the spreading
Perfume of my people liberation
Monsieur priest,
Will this loaded strings
Of plastic beads
Glide my sun-clouding continent?
AFRICA WILL NEVER DIE
Bloody is the feather of the poet.
Walking around a blank page,
Pouring green fields
And bleating valleys
From shade of emptiness
Like snoring dream in a grave
Poet’s feather gallop bed of silence
To sulk upon falling leaves of melody
And hallowing star of fear
Virgin nights wear clouds of shame
On a poetic bed of rimes
When deaf birds cry
No to hear their own silence.
If poets are prophets like
Langston Hugues
Therese are my last words
„Africa will never die“
MAMI WATA SAID
Trembling waters are covering
Truth of the Mediterranean sea,
Mute mermaid told me
That ships of African refugees embraced
the laughing teeth of sharks.
She said
Majestic mountains
Of granite skies are
Burning with tender flames
Under missionaries saliva
She said
Ben-Laden’s body
Filled the tapping graves
Of blistering human rights
Above a crawling flower of peace
Mami wata said
That darkening room of
her husband is like rusting
blankets and crimson teeth
Snoring bludgeon of death
Mami wata said…
Mami wata said…
Mami wata said…
BIOGRAPHY: – Dime Mayiba
Based in South Africa, Dime Maziba is one of the Democratic Republic of Congo’s foremost intellectuals. He contributed the deputy president of the Pan-African Party for Progress (PPP), a revolutionary political party that believes that African unity his unique insights and analysis to many major media outlets in print, radio and television for almost a decade. A leader of the intellectual vagabonds – all those who refuse to dull or dilute their thinking for a home in the institutions of power. He is the author of ‘flames of revolution’’, publisher, political analyst and poet. He is currently is vital to economic, social, and political progress and aims to unify and uplift African people as well as African descents.has.