PAD Challenge Day 17: 🌍J.A.N.E 🇿🇦 🇬🇭 🇰🇪 🇪🇬

PAD Challenge Day 17: Write a city poem.

🌍J.A.N.E 🇿🇦 🇬🇭 🇰🇪 🇪🇬 

I dream of becoming a jane 
that visits J.A.N.E. because 
I know there is nothing plain jane 
about how the Motherland
mothers her children.

From the east to west...

In kente, I will kiss and greet Accra.
Enter her Gateway to Africa with gratitude 
Joyride her avenues with my window 
descended to smell what my ancestors miss
In memory of their captivity 
I would weep at the 
Elimna and Cape Coast Castles
Run to the Independence Square
dance like nobody is watching 
my love for black freedom
Stroll through the Makola Market 
for an array of knickknacks 
and fabrics that I can't find in America
Let the spices of jollof claim the taste buds 
of my tongue before I become art 
with the art of Nkyinkyim 
In memory of General Kofi Annan 
and President Dr. Kwame Nkrumah 
I'll offer truth and service 
to the Akan people 
Let them rename me 
in accordance to the Sunday I was born on...

From the west to the south....

In J'borg, the City of Gold, 
I'll be as Golden as Jill Scott 
to the Zulu nation.
Living my best life between 
Soweto and Pretoria.
I'll take a Safari flight over 
the Cradle of Humankind 
Flirt with the sunset above 
as a herd of animals dash and 
rove below 
I'll visit the Apartheid Musuem
indulge in a history lesson that mirrors America's
I'll rest and dream at the Mandela's House
After photo ops wander through the Mandela Square 
for bobotie, bunny chow, braai and malva pudding 
to colonize my American tongue...

From the south to north....

I'll land in the land of Pharaohs 
Be a Goddess by birthright 
Something like the new Queen Nefertiti 
In the old Gift of the Nile
Pray by the tombs of the nobles
Trace the lines of hieroglyphics images as
if they are genies in bottles
And all of my wishful blessings are living truths
Make love to the Pyramids with my eyes
Blow kisses to the Great Sphinx 
as I camel back across the 
greatest sands of civilization...

From the north to the east...

I'll hug my sister Nairobi tightly 
Let her dress me in kanga and masai beads
Eat her ugali, wiki and samosas by hand
Ride shotgun in a pop off roof 
4x4 through her Safari 
Smile and laugh out loud 
over every lump and bump in the road
From the bottom of my soul
I'll sing "Hakuna matata" because 
I really have no worries or fears being 
an African Descent on the soil of the Motherland.

D'ElegantOne 


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