Before your temple I have come
My ancestors with fertile dangles
To inquire about strange norms
Breathing in our world
With a bottle of peace
I anoint your presence
Taste the liquor I bring
It speaks of the heart I came with
My fathers, who named us Africa?
For this name made us Africans
Who told the world
That beyond Africa lies Europe?
Did Chukwu Okike name us Africa
In the beginning
And them Europe?
Who told them our skin is black?
This sweet innocent garment
Ow! Was it for this that it came?
Take heart father and wash away my inquisitiveness
For I have untombed the buried spirits of pains
(C)EKWUEME KC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an excellent poem, Ekwueme...10++++