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Memories of Africa
An old emaciated woman
a hut bare but for a rack, a bed
a cooking pot on the fire
share my meagre food, she said
ancestors waited fearful, chained
sense of horror, cavernous, dark
a life of slavery if they survived
horrendous journey to embark
hospitality of the poor
honour bestowed from the coop
served with eloquence and grace
a chicken head in my soup
cruel and beautiful, nights so dark
sitting in the compound everyone
in the distance could be heard
the plaintive beating of the African drum
feedback van andere lezers- tessy
dit raakt me June
killea: Thank you, Tessy
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j - ivo
wow, het uitgemergelde van de ellende draagt de woorden in het gedicht waardoor je haast kan voelen wat er staat
killea: Thank you so much, Ivo
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j - jan
we are so lucky..
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j
killea: Yes, we are, Jan
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j - miepe
ik zou nu wel eens héééél graag met jou in een zetel gaan zitten met een Primus erbij en onze voeten op de tafel voor ons wiegend en de ventilator op stand vier (je haar zo overal héén blazend) maar met een stevig gesprek over ... ach
Het Beeld
killea: Miepe, I would love to do that, but just so you do not misunderstand my poem, these are my imprinted memories of Ghana when I visited a long time ago. Memories I hold very dear, and with the utmost respect for the people. There was another side to Ghana even then, but the simple moments of incredible generosity of those that had nothing in comparison to myself, are the moments I cherish............... Thanks for FB
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j - jamal
R.E.S.P.E.C.T
AN AFRICAN MAN!
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killea: Thank you so much, Jamal
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j - Mistaker
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Greta xx
killea: Thank you Greta
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j - Mephistopheles
It's a shame that Africa is so screwed up. They have many natural resources, more than enough to get by if the West wouldn't have exploited them throughout the years. Sierra Leone alone could have made billions from all the diamonds they found there if the RUF wouldn't have screwed things up.
Never been to Africa, but I'm going there one day...
Gr.
killea: thank you Bert
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