Daughters Of Mother Africa


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Daughters Of Mother Africa

By Rapando

Thu 14 Apr, 2016 16:30:20 EAT
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Daughters Of Mother Africa


Daughter of Mother Africa
A mixture of beauty and goodness,
Powerful but silent enough to be noticed from afar,
Holding Africa by her pillars, assuring her of her fitness.
Nurturing the small and the great alike
Enduring the scorch of Equinox, bearing it with smiles.

She sways her hips with the dip of the sun in the horizon,
Unknown is her charm, a perfect trap to eyes,
Men, young and old alike, to her they pledge their admiration,
Envy is registered among her peers, they have wishful eyes,
I wonder how she has this soft silent life of her own,
Yet she is a bait to murmurs from peers,
A wonder of her own, a woman of her own, A daughter of Africa.

As night crickets chirp the hours away
Uniting families after a toiled off day,
Days turn dark and with clouds the sky sways,
Reminding the African lady of her son's future that awaits
Everyday she talks to him of her past,
Years have passed now, but her smile's still in her possession.


Sometimes her son cries when she pulls his ear,
At times she sits him down and holds him near,
Many times she just sings as the raindrops pound the roof,
At times she just stares in the distance in the evening cool,
Nine times at night she checks on her youngest,
Ten times a day she reads the Word and teaches,
How adorable her husband sees her, the mother of his kids,
A holder of the future of his and her kin.

She is aware of herself and the eyes glued on her,
A sight to behold, curves to stick forever,
Nineteen or even more eyes she has caught unawares,
Doing nothing but sticking to her figure,
Yet she clings to her man at eve, with lust just for him.

Not so many nights back her friend came with gossip,
And the eve flew as fast as the stories,
In all matters she kept her conscience bold,
Sealing her mouth when matters pointed to her household,
Underneath her hair she keeps something precious,
Living with and using it wisely as she can.
An invaluable resource, a blessing to all.

Nine am, she steps out of her car on Monday morn ,
A bunch of dangling keys, the knock of stilettos,
Obvious presence of her fragrance,
Mother of her own enterprise, a proud owner,
I admire her determined smile, and her chilling frown,
Examines her options with a keen eye, and a wise mind.

For with her around matters are on track,
Letting go of that which matter least,
Of all virtues, hers is success and success is all.

Patience is also in her possession, she has a waiting heart,
Reaping from it, she has learnt to embrace it dear,
In all moments she has thought before saying she's hurt,
So many times she has been stripped of what she held dear,
Courage has led her through the path of the wise,
A lot of decisions lie on her, even if credit alludes,
Her concern has not stalled, she still holds her head with pride.

A week ago I passed by the church and heard her sing,
Leading the faithful, I was drawn in,
Unwrapped my disbelief and reminded me of my old Sundays,
Made me review my state of faith, saved me a tear,
A remedy, I would call it, a perfect remedy
Soaring through the skies my spirit went up
In a single day I had seen the other part of her.

My respect and adoration for her is of essence,
A symbol of a true woman lies in her mere presence,
Reason before decision, attention before reaction,
In fact, she gives you a smile at the lowest expectation,
A perfect mood boost, an invaluable resource,
Many want her, me included, but she's too precious for trade.

Her daughter...

Just yesterday she looked at me with those eyes,
Unlocking the adrenaline stored in me all this while,
Love trickled like fat from roasting wild game,
In her gaze I was trapped like a mouse in a maze,
Now all I think of is this African Lady,
Engulfed in her charms in my heart, like a baby.

Look, when I saw her first, I knew she is a model,
End of every day I observed her way of life,
And her vague images are what fill up my young brain,
Her mother has taught her, taught her well.

When I saw her, I thought I saw a goddess,
How else could I describe an almost flawless skin on a perfect face?
In a moment of trance I saw flashing images of her in my arms,
To me she was a perfect companion,
No other image had rented my memory for so long a time,
Eyes followed her, but she carried my mind,
Yelling in my mind were voices urging me to follow her trail.


Far away she gazed and scorched my heart with a NO,
A simple nod would have iced it to restoration,
Right now I am at a great loss,
Ever been rejected by such an African lady?
Ever been left on the hang by such a glamorous lady?

Don't ever wish, she is the ultimate I would want,
Of all I have held, her cuddle would be the ice breaker,
To me if she hands over her love, its all I'll want,
Yet she eludes me like a mud fish.

Getting her may be a priority on my list,
And she gives me all signs that she cares,
So my heart warms towards her, I want her attention at least,
How clever, she blinds me with a smile and makes me fly there,
Every moment my mind darts to her and I am rewarded with a smile,
Ripening my plans for her, my plans for us,
In every step of the way, for her my heart stretches a mile.

Can anyone whisper a plan in my ear?
A perfect reference would be her father,
The same way he won over her mother, made her dear,
How he talked her from the house of her father,
Exactly that's how I want to trap her love with my void heart,
Refer me to her dad, tell him I want her daughter,
I also want a daughter of Mother Africa,
Nullify my fears and tell me how proud I will be,
Encapsulate my insecurities with the smiles I will wear with her.

Knives cut, thorns hurt, but in her I saw a remedy,
A soothing voice resides in her cords, vocals I mean,
Resting deep in her is a doctor and a nurse of any ail,
Every moment with her erases part of my past mean.
Now I almost feel I never existed before her.

Volumes I would write about the daughter of Africa,
In all matters and weathers she remains a daughter of Africa,
Vet her, love her, hate her, she remains a daughter of Africa,
I idolize her, for her strength, stand and beauty,
A model of beauty and humanity, giver of joy,
No one but the daughter of Mother Africa.

Thanks to all those beautiful ladies who took part in the making of this piece.
Respect to all ladies

By Rapando
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  • Leah
    I love it!!!
    415 wk ago
  • Dottie
    Wow I love it its so awesome.... Thumbs up Sam
    415 wk ago
  • Naomi
    Comment. woooow....that poem is sooo awesome😙😙
    415 wk ago
  • Hellen
    Woooooow!
    415 wk ago
  • Priscy
    Aaaaaaaaww what more could I say.•♥♥ Hearts For U Raps. !!
    415 wk ago
  • Sumeiya
    ooooh Sam that poem... is the best bcz u r th bst. its awesome its so perfect, its actually th best of best, i totally love it
    415 wk ago
  • Cynthia
    this is amazing Rapando. thumbs up!
    414 wk ago
  • Sam
    Thanks ladies
    414 wk ago
  • Oliver
    Impressive
    391 wk ago

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