AFRICA, MIRIAM MAKEBA – WEST WIND
MOTHER AFRICA IS NOT REALLY DEAD- YES, SHE LIVES ON!
On Hearing That Mama Africa Is Dead: A Poem for Miriam Makeba
Patricia Jabbeh Wesley (copyright)
Miriam Makeba- Mama Africa, Warrior Woman, thunder, before the earth knew thunder.
Mama Africa, dead today, before the warrior child who came out of years of fighting had time to pick up the gourd. Mother Africa, you whose tears some of us grew to weep
for before we knew the meaning of tears. Mama Africa, Thunder Woman, Town Crier, the stone at the edge at the outskirts of South Africa’ flames
Wailing for Africa before our feet found the footing that only the warrior woman knows how to walk.
Mother Africa, Miriam Makeba, I tell you, tears alone are insufficient to quench the fire you breathed on us for decades, before I knew how to see this world.
Mama Africa, all the ancestors have now lined up at the gates with kola nuts to welcome you home where only the brave can sit and relive.
Mama, did you go with news of all the things, happening? Maybe, at your bedside, someone whispered to you what the town crier came to say.
Maybe someone told you that today, today, in America, one of your sons has been given the stool to sit on.
Maybe someone whispered to you as you journeyed beyond that all the dreams you cried so hard for are now here with us and that it is not only South Africa you have saved.
Maybe, the ancestors you join will tell you there is now a new day. Maybe you knew before we knew, our time has come. Mama Africa, we love you.
Mama Africa, your children now stand at the gate waiting with wreaths to usher you homeward. Mama Africa, we love you!
EVERYBODY DIES –I SAY