A Letter To Africa
The Earth is getting smaller,
When am I gonna see your
Rover riding on Mars?
Or fly ships to explore space,
And discover why black hole
Is always hungry eating
Everything in front of it?
I’m a little African child
Flipping through the pages
Of a magazine and finding
Different races in space suit.
Then wishing I could be in one,
And hoping to find out if the planet
Is truly spherical and not flat
Like my ancestors thought.
I sometimes fantasize meeting
Neil Armstrong dead or alive.
Asking him how long he stood
Holding that flying flag without his Arm growing weak waiting for a Snapshot.
Africa, I don’t need you to fly
To meet with the stars in the sky.
You can use what you already have
Like the ostrich legs you got,
And race to meet other races.
Oh Africa, why am I so in love
With you, hoping you’d grow
And save me from hoping?
I’ve written countless sonnets for you
Like a boy writing to a girl next door.
I sent letters to the world
That you ain’t baked with poverty
But it is true that greed feeds on the
Generosity of humanity.
So I hope you write back telling me
I ain’t wasting time believing in you!
By Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.