ANTOA POETRY: Gods Of Africa

The earth hums when I walk.

I hear the silent noise of the gods

Who once walked among men.

I’m looking for their footprints

Buried in the sand of time,

And cast over the seas

To find the secret

That made knees drop at the

Sound of their names.

I want to drink from the

Volcano bowl like Ògún,

And grab the tail of thunder

Like Ṣàngó.

Filled with the strength

Of a black panther

Mother said I was pulled out

Of the belly of Ọ̀ṣun,

And I’ve taken this path before

I was born.

I can dig their graves,

And still not find their remains.

But with unwritten words,

I will summon the pantheon

From the ends of the world

With a poem.

Only then would my spirit

Be spoken to.

Only then would my blackness

Be spoken to.

I was looking for the

Gods of Africa, then I found

Myself.

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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