African poetry

beat of the African drum

Beat the African drums with me my love let us feel our hands on the hard crocodile skin and let's see the wilderbeasts scurrying away in fright show the fish and the aqua spieces of the African sea who the aqua king is beat the African drum with me my love in the sway of your waist dancing provocatively all decorum of civilization cast away be my African beauty with your savage wild wild dance untamed to samba or ballet show them the African ball room dance with all your energy twist like the snake wriggle like the panther devour my heart like the crocodile leave me staring my African beauty show them the true beauty in the beat of the African drum calling the ancestors to the poured libations call them to the name calling rite celebrate the new initiates early from the river with the ancestors grass on their heads chinyimba on their hands show your true African color dance in the arena until the deceased feels you loved him the most for you give your best best of dance dancing with  wild grief celebrate the deceased ascension into the spirit world show the warriors what time it is let the African beat flow with the action of blood shed let their hearts palpitate with the spirits of death shake your bear bossom and let them have a feel of your tits before death claims them
Let the spirit of the African drum beat possess you like the touch of nyasae let them sneeze as the dust from the ground fills them with the African gods let the sluggards dance to the beat of hard work sing to the African drum beat in praise of the warriors let the soft hiss of the spring feel your heart with peace peaceful in the violence of the African drum beat as your hands my love caresses the skin of African drum producing an animal of all sounds let your savage heart out of the closet show them the beauty in the sunset letting loose the spirits from the spirit world dance as if were made you for that purpose throw your hands up and twist your big bottom to the Zulu drums jump higher than the maasai warriors breath laboriously like the African cheetah after a kill show the Ashanti how to dance show the baganda how to shake the waist let the swahili from the African shores know to let loose let your body act with a mind of it's own let you soul fall irrevocably in love with the beat of the African drum dance like the madness in the monsoon winds dance until the African stary skies winks at the gods show them you are the daughter of the land dance until suitors step into the arena seeking your hand in marriage show them the essence of African beauty the mother's milk of beauty let them have a feel of the African Savannah show them the monkey dance jump from tree to tree and let those with bitter aloes in their mouths stir in their own bile cast a spell on the dancing ground let them gyrate to a foreign beat show the the brute force you hold let the leaves fall from their stalks to join in the dance laugh at the moon watching you with an unending fascination let the African dogs howl at the full moon like the wolves descendants of their family let the hyenas laugh with mischief about the strength of numbers as they snatch away the hard earn meat of the lioness let the speed of Africa sound triple let the baritone in the speech of the African drum vary tell a tale of African folk tale where nyakio danced until Ibo the god of wrath smiled defying his own nature let the fish in the stream dance in the fishermans net let the basket makers knot with the African spirit let the palm wine tappers find the best palm tree and let the African kongo be distilled by the gods themselves my African love dance until the ground wakes from it's slumber like the germinating seeds shake your booty your mama gave you and let her blush wishing she were young again to give you a run for your money show the old men the wisdom of the African drum beats let them feel their bellies with inguli then let them be transported back to time when to their youthful village dance let them court their wives using the twist of the spear inspired by the African drum beats let their hearts soar into the sky like the eagles and open their minds to the wisdom of ages in the soft pat of the African drum show them the spirit world let them bond with the ancestors and let the African drum beat kiss them with blessings that would in turn be passed to you.
Let the flowers in the mountains glow let the gazelles in the Savannah jump kicking in the air dance until the head gear goes off let loose until the beads fall off dance until the sweat flows like water cry into the night and let the grass glow with a lush greeness never seen before let the clouds open and the rains wash you wet let the thunder strike and the gods rumble in laughter watching the weirdest stuff on earth walk the earth to the African Savannah and kiss your lover the moon deeply and let the African drum beat beat away into the silent night splitting through it's sense of tranquility until the frogs croak in their ponds woken up from their consuming sleep let the chirping crickets give their voice to this beat let the bees buzz in the nectary flower show them the sweetest thing in the African Savannah is not their honey but the beat of the African drum beat without a pause or stop let the black skins shine let the African heartbeat pulse with the blood of the African drum beat dance until fatigue makes you to faint let you naked body swim in the unique African beat let the art in the african caves find life let the black print on the zebras define the melanin of your skin my  African love don't hold back shout like the village madman and twitch with an endless laughter waking up the animal in you run out into the Savannah, jump into the river, seek firewood in the forest and feed the African fire spewing out the African fireworks let the smoke signal the sleepy huts beyond the ridges that the African drum was calling summoned them to a dance like no other confusing the rabbits into the booby traps laid by the hunters let the pollen wind it's way into the maize flowers dance until the cock crows dance until the night becames young dance in the sunrise ushering a new day in the African lands dance with such passion only found in the African continent dance until vasco da Gama forgets the sea route to India dance until the chains of slavery falls off dance until leaky know African is the cradle of mankind  dance my love dance to the beat of the African drum.
Dance with the grace of the panther let the African legends feel alive again sing with the voice of the kasuku let the peacock feathers shine with an unparalleled African beauty let the crow come down to feed on the meat let the chicks in the nests feed on the African beat let the lion cubs play playfully with the African drum beat let the flute amplify the African beat let the kayambas produce a sound of their own and feed life into the African beat let the tourist flock our doors to see the dance let them know what it is to be an African feed the visitors the fresh aromas of our best dishes let the use their natural spoons to scoop on the fufu let them tour the Mara and Serengeti to see the wonders of the African world show them this is the place to be tell them Africans are a unique race show them the superiority of the African drum beat bring the community totems and read out our taboos to them show them the African laws and tell them to discard their wares smear them with paint let them smoke the Holy African herb then lead them into the wilderness to walk the way of the African drum beat on their planes they will not return.