She Still Waits

She still waits.

The song "Write for me" by Paapa is what inspired me to write this. -

"She's been crying for too long"

We sit still by her side while she sacrifices so much with what little remains in her possession,
but, when we've grown,

We see the opportunity other mothers give to their sons,
Such opportunity which our mother has given us none of.

So we put ourselves up for adoption,
And to be chosen by any who is willing to take and make us their sons.

And them, our mother.

We get there only to experience the hatred the sons of the blue-eyed lady we now call mother, had for us.

We later find that Kukua has been losing her sons for while.

Here in this land where we see others that look just like us, having to strive for greatness
only to have their light dimmed by those who despise him.
The very ones he's learned to call "brother".

But it seems he's forgotten to return. He's forgotten where.

So, many of them continue building their blue-eyed "mother's" standing in the ranks.
building her strengths as her kids tarnish Kukua's name, along with sisters who stay close to her.

We in turn do the same. We build our adopted mom status, forget and abandon the place from which we came.

Some of us will never return for her.

But Some of us will take on the hate of sons, claiming we're a threat.
We've taken all of what was bestowed upon by their mother.

Yet another stays in hidden from her to protect what little young ones she's got.
For the very sons of the blue-eyed lady has taken from her sons something that had been bestowed to them by God,

Life.

Through it all, mama's arms have stayed open,
hoping for the day her children return to her.

She stands at the coast line,
Side by side with her sisters.
Holding up radiant smiles as the Nile forms under their eyes.
Everyday mama loses a son, everyday a daughter leaves the embrace of her arm into the hospitality of those who see them less than human beings,
But rather, tools of conquest.

But she still waits.

She waits for the stolen ones who's melanin has been abused and beaten,

and anyone who has chosen to rise with her and overcome defeat to return home.

She waits for those who have faced homelessness in a place they thought to be home, to rejoin with their forgotten families.
Kings and Queens will be made out of their babies.
She waits on them to reunite with us as we transform this land that connects us all into an oasis of prosperity.

For richness of the kente to reflect on her children,

She waits.

We've started the battle against the hatred of the blue-eyed lady and her sons with the love of our homes in mind.

We, who left to become the unwanted in a foreign land.
Shall we return triumphantly?

Or shall we fail to succeed in households ravaged by prejudice and greed,

she still waits for us.

She waits for me.

We've built the names of households who now reject us,
As we rejected you.
Leaving them to be the composers of your fate as they stripped away all that made you so beautiful.

But you still open you hands.
And in them we can see "Akwaaba".
In what's left of your kente, your love still illuminates the world.

Even with our reluctance to look back to you, your wondrous strength grows with every passing day.

And through it all, you continue to await our return.

Because It's hurts you more that you are losing your children through the deception of foreign vultures,
it hurts you more that you can't reach out to the ones you lost long before you all came to be through the separation of borders.

But you've been patience.

You still wait by the coast line side by side with those you share the land with.

The Nile is ever flowing but you still hold out your hand.

You wait the day you'll finally be able to fill in the voids in our hearts
To once again embrace us with your love.
You wait on us.

You and your sisters of the east and west.
Kenya and Nubia,
Ethiopia, who stretches her hands unto to God.

Liberia, for in her home, many who were lost found refuge.

Sierra Leone and you Kukua.
Ghana.

You still await the reawakening of Africa,

Mama.

-Jason (Yaw) Oduro

@YaoPique

Picture featured above was taken by @Agyei_photograghy