What you left behind follows you like
Shell Afrika migrants; it whispers
In your ear secret of your longings,
Its wishes in your skin warmth of the sun.
It’s in the mirror, your fathers face
Big nosed like elephants of the forest.
You know it like your mothers breast
In fainting memories, you believe it
Like your fathers voice faraway.
It cut across your vein that ‘Black Life
Matters’ you didn’t say it because you know
The future, that you are African
That you are the future.
Across the Mediterranean
I saw mass of apparitions paddling
With their breath on the Mediterranean,
Their oar of hope broken into mystery.
Faceless like shark feed dangling on aquarium.
Their boat like train moves upon rail
Of bones left behind in the benthic.
Mystery coil around them like python
Around its egg in nest like boat.
I hear them above the rising waves
Cursing the land that vomited them,
But my tongue if it be plenty like
Women’s hair cannot tell tales of
Afrika migrants on the Mediterranean.
We fly across seas to winter forest
But we shall never forget our nest
Under the Africa sun
Across the pathway many are shot
And their feathers scatter across
Lands of foreigners like songs of
Unknown language. Many are caught in cages
Like volcanoes in paintings.
We must fly for better life says young birds;
But we remember our nest,
Where we hatched and gaze at green fields
Squawking tales of ancestral plumage
To all migrants the world is home but home
Is where we first grew our feather fore flight.
Owolusi Lucky is a Nigerian poet. His poems have been published by University of North Carolina press, Noctivagant Press, and America Diversity Report. He uses poetry to appreciate the beauty, history, culture and struggle of Africa. When he is not writing, he delights in philosophy. He can be found at https://africanmighty.art.blog/, https://twitter.com/Mighty_scribe, and https://www.facebook.com/owolusi.