African poetry

African gods.

I have heard you rumble in the thunder then seen you cry in the rainfalls my African gods you have woken up the seeds from the soil and I have felt the farmer's hearts beam with pride in the knowledge that the harvest moons to come will fill the granaries with corn and replenish the millet grain so that they are grind to flour for porridge to feed to young ones who have started uttering the words tata meaning father making the African gods laugh in the morning sunrise.
I have seen your wrath in the torrents of rain fall and I have felt your peace in the flow of the rivers my African gods you have let the fisherman row to the seas bursting with fish that are intoxicated in the numbers of their shoal making them fill the nets meant to be exchanged for the corn the next market day and I have felt your touch in the joy of the African son and daughters who bathe by the rivers and swim after a hard day in the scorching sun tilling the African land or rearing the cattle by the lush grass carpet next to the river nourished by the kiss of silt from the peaceful rivers you reside in.
I have been to the cow sheds to see the beauty of you giving life I have been to the Savannah to watch the lion cubs playing in the dust and I have felt my African gods in the African stories shaping up the lives of the animals in the black soil as well as the birds up in the azure skies. I have seen your ways in the African tradition then felt your laws in the African taboos and in our African beliefs I have seen our people worshiping the African gods in the pouring of libations or in the shed of animal blood at the various shrines where the chief priest servants of the African gods who act as their eyes and ears amongst men serve them.
I have felt the spirit talk in the night and I have watched the African sky at night seeing the work of the African gods in the African darkness which bears the color of the African man,  I have seen your magic in the beat of the African drums sending a coded message over the ridges and I have seen your dance in the African smoke curling up the African huts calling the children playing in the fields far away from home to eat the sweetest of foods prepared by the African women who are the very foundation of the African family.
I have seen your hand in the germination of the seeds and felt your breathe of life in the first cry of the African sons and daughters but I have felt your love in the nurturing of the African children who play in the fields running up and down bubbling with health and care free laughter that permeates the African air with the joys of being a black man.

I have seen your work in the African songs and seen your wisdom in the African proverbs more so I have felt your deeper sense of art in the African culture that is so engaging and unique to the black man, I have heard the beat of your voices in our local African dialect and felt your melodies in the chirping and twitter of birds early in the African mornings then agreed that you live in our African skins and beat in our African heartbeat you my African gods.

I have watched you in the African homestead as our African daughters winnow the millet and I have seen you in the African family when our African mothers cook the food, I have seen you in the African life when the African songs get betrothed to the African daughter and felt the importance of these African rites that form the essence of your beings our African gods.

I have been to the African farms and felt the moisture of the soil and I have been to the African valleys to see the cattle grave on the green carpet, I have seen your joys in the African sun that shines with such a red glow proclaiming your presence in the African plains and mountains that stand so tall making the African gods the guardians of the African man as they sit in the clouds watching day and night as the African man sleeps by the pallets that is why I have known there African gods as the guardians of truth.

I have seen your ways in the African dance and I have felt your presence in the African forest that are full of indigenous plants that are used to cure the African man from various illness and feed the African man when meat and blood is scarce, yes I have seen the African gods in our African foods and felt their touch in the African beauty a beauty like no other that resonates with the beauty of the African gods the cradle of all goodness in the African life.

I have seen your blessings in the African harvests and I have seen your rewards in the African game spoils and you my African gods have provided for the African man using your garden of nature and you have punished the African man for destroying your home nature which has bloomed with your life and given the African life a new meaning.

I have seen the work of your hands in the African prints and I have felt your original touch in the African garments that are a gift from you having been made of animal skin and bones which celebrate your perfect creation that provides for the African man in all aspects.

I have known your divine essence in the African wonders and I have sensed your force in the African winds that blows through the African lands carrying the sweet aromas or the scent of danger or prey to the African hunters the cheetahs or to the African gazelles which grace the Savannah. I have felt your hand in the long legs of the giraffe as you said him to browse on the leaves far up in the trees and I have felt your touch in the trumpet of the elephants as they play by the rivers cooling their bodies with the jets of water and in all this sights I have been hit by the revelation that you are divine in the African innocence and savagery that has nothing to do with civilization.