My love, My Africa

I want to be able to look in your back
And marvel at the workings of the outer skin
That covers bones, flesh and sinews
And wonder if river nile is Africa's backbone

I want to look at the back of your head
And wonder how such tiny pores can be numbered
And watch in awe the curving of your neck
Questioning whether Ethiopia is her back or front

I want to look at your collar bones
And laugh at the two potruding bones
Are they meant to be the hills and valleys in the map of your body?

I want to love, cry and laugh
I want to know you and befriend you
Talk about your tippy Cape Town
And your edgy Cairo
Your warrying Nigeria or your desolate Zimbabwe
I want to know each and everyone of you