Show me the real you my African sunset and I'll show you the real me in my African sunrise, show me your true colors of orange hue that fills the horizon when the Serengeti is tired and I'll show you the real me when the maasai Mara is wide awake in the sleeping darkness.
Tell the narrator to tell me about an African folk tale and I the moon will let my light illuminate the African night and stage countless of voices from the frogs croaking to the crickets chirping to make the mood right, show me the essence of your African beauty miss Savannah and I'll let the lion roar in your praise and make the gazelles dance to your bewitching music of life.
Let me explore the African jungle and I'll show you how the chimpanzees balance on the soft branches, let me have a fill in the river Nile and I'll show you how the farmers use the silt of it's banks to grow the sweetest tubers used to make the Ibo fufu.
Show me your glow and I'll let the peace of your glory wash over the violence of the African wilderness, let me into the manyattas and I'll show you how high up the maasai warriors jump then show me your herd of cows and I'll tell you about the pokots of Kenya who believe all cows are their property.
Show me the bumper harvest of corn and I'll let you know what the staple food of Kenya is, let me into the granaries and I'll show you how the luhya of western Kenya grind the grains into flour to make the sweet nourishing porridge for the early birds who hit the farm to catch the worm.
Show me the African women with pots balancing on their heads coming from the water point and I'll show you of how a home without daughters is like a river without a source.
Show me the African hunters from the forest and I'll tell you of an Ibo saying that unless the lions have their own story tellers the narrative will always glorify the hunter and show me the African fence and I'll show you how the hyenas enters the compound with the hole created by the family dog.
Show me the cheetahs kill and I'll show you how a good hyena smells blood miles away and let me me into the cow sheds and I'll show how the African son is a rock in a father's sling.
Show me the African message and I'll let you know a messenger is not victimized in lieu of his senders let me drink the soup and I'll show you of how the glory is not in the hunter who brought the meat but in the woman who made the soup.
Let me in to the African wisdom and I'll show you the worth of the old men in the society, show me the African sunset and I'll let you gather around the fire to hear the African evolution story.
Let me walk in the African night and I'll be shown the true beauty in the African color, let me wear the African print and the Savannah will show me the true dress code of an African warrior.
Let me into the African compound and I'll tell you of the kit mikai the first wife in that house, show me the best palm tree and I'll let you know if the Kongo den visitors ever have lucid moments.
Let me into the African dance arena and I'll show you the best dancer whom even the spirits watch in their private moments, show me the African pot and I'll let you know where the waterpoint is.
Show me the African child and I'll let you know his greatest joys, let me into his mind and I'll show you the explorer in such a young mind.
Show me the African drum and I'll tell you of the signals each drumbeat relays ridges away, show me the African herbalist and I'll let you know the source of his medicine then let me taste the bitter herbs and I'll let you know of the value of the African careers.
Show me the African gourd and I'll tell you of the kalenjin mursik the sweetest fermented milk that makes our Kenyan atheletes burn with unending energy in the cross country marathon,show me the African sea and I'll tell you of the fish nets that dropped in every dawn then I'll tell you of the luo legend about Luanda Magere the immortal warrior.
Show me the African circumcision rites and I'll tell about the Kenyan bukusu who take their children into manhood in style with songs of mlongo shaking their shoulders with a burst of energy like no other to the beat of the chinyimba.
Show me the African man and I'll let you know the number of kids he has during his funeral, show me the disobedient son and I'll tell you about how the disobedient fowl learn of his folly will in the cooking pot.
Show me the place of cool waters and I'll tell you of the opportunities that in this place in Africa, let me listen to the African songs and I'll let the whole world know what being an African means.
Show me the African mothers and I'll tell you why it is not good to insult the midwife, let me in to your soul and I'll tell you about the African essence that spirit in being African that wants to make you jump from the edge of the cliff into the freezing waters courtesy of the July cold.
Show me your American dream and I'll tell you about my African dream of being amongst the greatest people on earth show me the true you and I'll let you know the true African spirit in my being.
Show me what you are made of and I'll show you what I'm made of, true blackness a heavy sun tan that glows like polished coal, show me what beauty is I'll show you an African beauty one of its kind the true definition of beauty.
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Amollo The African
General FictionMy stories are drawn from my life experiences, poetic talent, nature and anything that does make a story read my works you'll find I'm unique I can't wait to write and watch the world stop to my literal sense....
