Africa – Motherland

Today I came accross a wonderful african song Jammu Africa by Ismael Lo, it touched me deep in my heart. Already 15 years that I left Africa and I really miss it , although I can bearly remember my life there, but I still have these beautiful image in my thoughts of my Beautiful Land , Africa .

Personal Thoughts

I woke up this morning with fresh and brand new ideas for my life. 

Sometime I feel as if everything stop to move  and all the project I had wish are not 

going to be achieved.  But, thanks to God I am more positive, impossible is unreal,

 indeed when you really need something you going to fight for it.

God’s voice says, be quiet stop worrying and listen to your heart. 

Everything is possible for whom who fight for it.

“Negro” by Langston Hughes

[Painting:”The Negro Scipio” by Paul Cezanne painting 1867"]
“Negro” by Langston Hughes

I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.

I’ve been a slave:
Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
I brushed the boots of Washington.

I’ve been a worker:
Under my hand the pyramids arose.
I made mortar for the Woolworth Building.

I’ve been a singer:
All the way from Africa to Georgia
I carried my sorrow songs.
I made ragtime.

I’ve been a victim:
The Belgians cut off my hands in the Congo.
They lynch me still in Mississippi.

I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.