The Flavors of Africa

In the pouring rain

I hear the melody of the fleeing birds

I’ m searching for my youth

in the glow of Malikongwa’s poetry

I’m listening to the voice of Africa

the echo of the past mingle with the rain

I’m the wanderer

returning to my land

open as the sky

hidden in the shadows of the trees

I taste the sounds

of eternal Africa

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