Tropical DiseaseA Poem by Alvin L. KathembeKenya turned 50 this year.A fifty-year-old patient Is in the throes of a mid-life crisis In such travails - of birth, or of death? Shall we call for midwives, or spices?
Infected by a culture Whose germs ride on a breeze from overseas Upon TV- and radio waves Like some airborne disease.
She has endured great trauma Great abuse, and great misery Now she suffers from amnesia And forgets her own history.
Now proud Africa is broken Begging-bowl outstretched for help She mimics, so desperately Those who taught her to hate herself…
A western breeze brings the tropical disease That infests her every pore Brought to her on foreign vessels, Like the smallpox of yore…
© 2013 Alvin L. KathembeAuthor's Note
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Added on June 25, 2013 Last Updated on June 25, 2013 AuthorAlvin L. KathembeNairobi, KenyaAboutI write for the mind...and if I touch your heart while I'm at it, I'll take it. more..Writing
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