I am uncertain
Uncertain of the future of my continent, Africa
Uncertain of the realities I wish were myths
What a devastating reality
Piercing my heart-tarnishing my actual existence
Shunning and shaming one brother
Spreading the blood of one blood sister
One own African blood
From Liberia to Namibia, from Nigeria back to South Africa
All around Africa, they say it’s xenophobia
But I say, it’s ignorance in disguise and disgust
Leaving me with so much uncertainty about the place I called home
A home where the future holds no peace nor place
Not for adults, children, or my unborn generations
Am shattered, for what pleasure should I rejoice?
Over the cries of starving children-weeping from their fallen mother breast
Yet they say, there is so much beauty in wealth and diversity
But I see blood from disharmony.
