Africa, I love Africa, my continent, Africa <br />my beautiful country comprising the beauty <br />of Provençe in the Cape’s Ceres Valley, the <br />majestic Swiss Alps in the Drakensberg, the <br />German Schwarzwald in the forests of Knysna <br /> <br />Africa, I love Africa, I love the Africans, <br />wearing my blanket like the Matabele, doing <br />a Zulu dance in moments of glory, dabbling <br />in Fanagalo as spoken in kampongs, trying to <br />imitate Khoisan clicks in my songs <br /> <br />Africa, I love Africa, I love the cultural mélange <br />in South Africa mine, where the Atlantic meets the <br />Indian Ocean at the southernmost point, where Table <br />Mountain’s mist lives in my mind in the devil’s contest <br />to smoke with Van Hunk <br /> <br />Africa, I love Africa, where the Cape of Storms lives <br />in my heart in the tales of C.J. Langenhoven, written in <br />Afrikaans, the culture that gave birth to my people and <br />me, a mixture of French, German, Scottish, Dutch and <br />Irish forbears… <br /> <br />Africa, I love Africa, in the tale of the Little Hope <br />with tunic and crown, waiting impatiently at the Cape <br />of Good Hope for the arrival of southern nomads and <br />northern sea-farers; tales that inspire my thoughts, <br />burn in my dreams, filling my mind…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-german-schwarzwald-in-the-forests-of-knysna/
