African poetry

what beauty is.

Let me show you what beauty is
Open your mind and let me guide you
Close your eyes because you are not
The beholder of this beauty I'm about
To show you I am.

Let your thoughts travel to the cradle of mankind the valley of life just float
Up the ridges and watch the African sun descend let you earlobes feel the cool touch of the African breeze tell me what do you feel?
See the manyattas far away being worked on by the African women engaged in some sweet song about their warriors each praising the spear that struck her heart and stuck on the door post visiting her in her husband's presence.

See the art work twist in their Hut plastering as the would be mother wails in the Hut feel the joy of African mother hood and hear the sweetest of cries the first cry of the African son.
See the African daughter swaying her waist balancing the pot with artful
grace feel the beauty in the graceful gazelles jumping up and down munching on the sweet Savannah grass stare at the black and white paint on the zebra and see the blending the cheetah spots achieve with the brown grass see the maasai jump the greatest sport in the maa land watch the lions cower with fear at the spear hurling the young warriors undertake with unparalleled accuracy feel the soil shake as the herd races to the water point your eyes still closed feel the acacia trees dancing in the wind their shadows forming various shapes the young lion cubs grop at playfully as they move about to a beat in the wind.

Oh come on don't you see  the beauty in the savagery exposed don't you want to be strapped in the maa shukas your ears having a huge hole your face with a deep black tan painted by the scorching sun, don't you want to have a horde of wives and kids under your command brushing your deep African rough mane feeling you with alot of pride.
Yes be an African for once discard the air of civilization come let's dance naked let's do it care freely and cover ourselves with leaves like the first man see the beauty in being African watch the crocodiles feast on a carcass see the danger in the wild beauty the Savannah holds drink fresh blood and eat raw meat like the Neanderthal man see the power in the oneness of the African clan feel the joy of being in the lion pride mate with wild passion like the hungry lions eager to satisfy their savage lust that knows no boundaries discard you cloak wear the animal skin be an animal hoot like the baboons stare like the owl laugh like the hyenas hunt like the leopard move lungarously like the cheetah protect your African heritage like the ostrich does with it's eggs eat the wild berries and get the bitter sweetness they hold walk bare feet and feel the soil kiss your African feet fly like eagles float in the light air freshen up in the aromas from the deepest stench in the cow pens to the sweetest aromas of roasted meat.

Oh man carry the maasai pangs sheathed on animal skins belt up with the crocodile skin belt carry the hippo tough tail as a whip and fashion a heavy club from the hardest oak tree in the forest find the swamp and locate a fat toad smear with it's glands a sharp stone then bind it on a Y shaped stalk using the dried sisal fibers find a viper and skin it alive then grind it's fangs and mix with the wild berries then smear on the arrow head.Take the light feathers from the eagles wings and tie behind your arrow, find a rusty ancient poach and place your newly made weapon wait for the raid smoking the wild leaves and meditate with death itself between the spirit worlds go in to your woman for the last time and kiss you son on the forehead then show him where your buried the bones of your grandfather walk with him to the mountains and say to him your last words, say with me "be a man" take your dagger and hand it to him,  say with me "protect your mother and sisters" that night eat earlier and sit by the fire side then recount the ancient stories of how your people came to be.Head to war the next die ready to die like a true warrior oh man don't you want to feel the bone to bone fights the clang clang of double pangs the smell of fresh human blood tell me what is more of a honourable death than the one found on the African battlefield.

What beauty is, is answered by the black African beauty our daughters posses that soft sun coloured beauty that evokes a deeper sense in the word beauty.African beauty is unparalleled it's that deep wonder filled beauty the panthers hold blending with the moonless night, let me show you what beauty is it's the pure purest of blackness in the Bantu and Nilotes. I tell you this dark dark beauty darker than coal is unearthly it's angelic it's magic is truly beautiful like the start sky it's unique like the moonlight brighter than the sun and the African woman is the epitome of beauty. This natural beauty is not stained by chemical cosmetics it's enhance by the wild this wild beauty has no boundaries it turns the African man into an animal and he is deeply in love with this beauty cast from the dark soil. See the African daughter running around bare feet with legs that look like miles of heaven with a figure the hour glass copied and a sing song voice their mother's polished when they taught them to sing dirges or lullabies. Enjoy the magic you see in the darkness oh feel your hands touch that soft silky black skin twist around those beautiful African curves watch that beautiful African butt sway seductively like that of lioness warming up the sleeping lions that will fight for hours just to mate with her see beyond the image into the source of this beauty feel the African sun making the melanin in their skins shine with a dark glow see the hard African chores building their hips see the wild African fun creating those deep dimples see the sparkle in their eyes when they see the warriors return from the hunt feel their natural feminine scent float into your nostrils see them bathing down stream the fresh Nile water washing away their sweat be joined with the guardian spirits watching over them feel the African drums beat far away as the girls dance provocatively seeking the newly initiated warriors to seek their hand in marriage feel the pride in their fathers' eyes  as they count the cow heads every time their daughters winnow the millet, everytime they cook that mouth watering dish of fufu, everytime they they make the smear dung used to decorate the manyattas, feel the fathers set up the standards a suitor should meet everytime their daughters sing and dance.
Watch the fathers brag at Kongo joints of how their daughters are so beautiful.
Feel the pride of mothers everytime their sons come from the hunt with game meat, feel the embarrassment the mothers have everytime they see their sons staring at the girls with pots on their heads filled with water.
See the mothers glow with joy when their sons make it back from the initiation, see the mothers moved with pride everytime their sons take the huge heard of cattle to the water point to drink.
Stare at the mothers everytime they see their sons locked up in cultural fights held every moon prior the harvest moon, see the mothers great each other warmly in preparation to be in-laws.
This is what beauty is, African beauty.