Mother

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Mother always smelt like soap
The fresh earthy kind
Thick and black as night
Shining as the cover on her warm fat flesh

Her skin soft and soothing
Like cold rain on a Friday night
Nurtured many a children

Africa floating strength in her frail veins
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  1. “Her skin soft and soothing
    Like cold rain on a Friday night
    Nurtured many a children”

    Like Africa’s soil, nurturing many children.

    “Africa floating strength in her frail veins”

    No matter how far from her.

    Beautiful.

  2. Loved this poem, very much. Having read some other poems of the same caliber in our African Literature course, I felt like going back to the old classes where we read a lot of them. Amazing. :)

    • She sure was…funny, strict, silly, and just beautiful inside and out…and she loved to take care of babies…so i find i miss her even more now that i have my own kids and she is not here :(.

      Thank you :)

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