There is a certain new tempo of rhythm <br />when the old flare of the nomadic is dim <br />rustling through the thick undergrowths <br />gnawing at the hearts of African youths <br />wading through the oceans and high seas <br />so solemn beyond what the mortal eyes sees <br />on every valleys, molehills, and mountains <br />flowing raw from the prehistoric fountains <br />Nkoyeni’s cryptic urgent clarion home call <br />gaining momentum without a sigh of a lull <br /> <br />Rushing homewards is the youth with gains <br />albeit the hurdles, untold gory joys of pains <br />multiplying what Africa lost in the bargains <br /> <br />When the old lofty barns we now overflow <br />heightens our paces home will never slow <br />when the sated pastures no longer greener <br />evaporated is our old naivety of a learner <br />then comes the seeping away of the brains <br />which has finally suffocated the old drains <br /> <br />There is also another great trek of a new flock <br />whose genes are not part of Nkoyeni’s old fold <br />these new creeds now speckle the youths’ pluck <br />in old sojourns as new trophies returning bold <br />the other new races now migrate on their own <br />their returning instincts to Africa never disown <br /> <br />where nuclei human first sprouted life abroad <br />their climate the foolhardy greed had polluted <br />their panting thirst for cleaner air very broad <br />the power of forgiveness revenge now uprooted <br />legendary African spirit to accommodate given <br />the pillage, rape, indignity, forgotten, forgiven. <br /> <br />And I see a new Africa and a new conscience <br />ascending from the pit of mediocrity to the zenith <br />sparkling with magnanimity and true patience <br />bold sages again to look calm with pride beneath <br /> <br />where the savannahs, rainforests swallow the drought <br />for the pride lands the rains many gains had brought<br /><br />Dela Bobobee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-braingain/
