African Night

The African night is here;
A season for every pack;
The shadow - a mere mirage I can bear;
Which the dawn would hack,

The African night is never dark,
It illuminates even for the blind,
It's another busy time for the black,
Some holy hours only the brave climbs.

The stories of the sage,
A catalyst that brightens the night;
With the richness of Africa age;
A manifold of beauty from Olumo height,

Though the sun has set,
The night has turned to light;
Even with the darkness I would rest,
There is light in every single night.

The African Night is never silent,
The festivities of the fours and twos;
The harmonious peace among the violents,
African nights spring up courage and truths;

Let's cuddle around the burning logs,
To savor the sweetness of African night,
With beats and melodious songs;
From the chants of our sacred rite.


Poem: “African Night” by Olorunleke Odubote