ANTOA POETRY: A Letter to Africa

A Letter To Africa

Dear 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

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.

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