Africa, My Africa | One of the best poems ever from Black Africa | David Diop |

Africa, my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of a distant river
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery
The slavery of your children
Africa, tell me, Africa
Is this your back that is bent
This back that breaks under the weight of humiliation
The back trembling with red scars
And saying yes to the whip under the midday sun
But a grave voice answer me
Impetuous child that tree young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers
This is your Africa spring up anew
Springing up patiently obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquire
The bitter taste of liberty

Poem written by David Diop

Background music from Artlist: https://artlist.io/song/74068/come-away

Read by Shane Morris