Ubuntu
There she stood the last girl on earth; Barely ten; barely here; The wind took her faraway from birth; With glassy tears I know she stares ... From the aperture, the medieval face quavers, Like the cracked brick of the Sahara ground; Her face bears countless maps like the path pavers; I sank in tears with this I found; In my fine linen I stood ashamed, A wild affair with the black lady of Timbuktu; The gods are not to be blamed; My clansmen have forsaken our Ubuntu. Or can we blame the gods? A foretold destiny my ancestors waded; Fela Anikulapo the sage communed through the pods; When he smoked to them sated; Where is our Ubuntu? The last girl on earth is dying; Where is our Ubuntu? The gods are crying. (“Ubuntu” is a poem I wrote after participating in the Nigeria election and i saw how my people are only after their selfish interests without remembering Africa heritage of humanity.) Gafar Olorunleke Odubote, “Ubuntu”, copyright 201