Believer

For a moment you were forgotten
Misrepresented
Painted a failure
Viewed hopeless
A barren woman
Who feeds on her foetus

For years you were unknown
Buried under the rubub of ignorance
Your own denied you
A scorned woman of shame
Seen as abomination
A scar so smelly it could not be cured
So they thought

For decades you were buried
Shelved as dry and desolate
A place of hunger and death
Lacking in intelligence and honour
So they said

Your maker has come for you
To take away your shame
To restore back your pride
To show forth your original state
For your maker fashioned you
Your builder molded you

Africa this is your time
Your moment
Throw away the robe of shame
Put on your garment of glory
Arise Africa Arise