The blood of the middle passage
Surges through my veins.
The pain of the Holocaust:
Never Again!
by Raymond Enisuoh
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Monday, 14 September 2009
Kush
Kush
Itiopia
Akhenanten
My true identity
Carved into the Benin bronze
Awash with the mud of the Niger Delta.
The profile of an Omec
Adorns my visage.
A black prince of the night
Surveying the landscape for danger
Healing the sick with the balm of a shaman.
Like the Zulu
Heralding from the stars
Divination and cowrie shells
Hide my destiny.
The magic of the Pharoahs
Lies dormant in my
Great sleep of the ancestors.
by Raymond Enisuoh
See:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akhenaten
Itiopia
Akhenanten
My true identity
Carved into the Benin bronze
Awash with the mud of the Niger Delta.
The profile of an Omec
Adorns my visage.
A black prince of the night
Surveying the landscape for danger
Healing the sick with the balm of a shaman.
Like the Zulu
Heralding from the stars
Divination and cowrie shells
Hide my destiny.
The magic of the Pharoahs
Lies dormant in my
Great sleep of the ancestors.
by Raymond Enisuoh
See:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akhenaten
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
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