I was caged, and free all at once. It happened so suddenly that I almost didn’t take notice.
I had become Africa.
It happened over night.
I went to bed in cotton and awoke in Ankara.
Shame of my people melted clean off of my skin.
It pooled around me and chilled like wax.
I walked through fire for this.
This unshakeable pride.
This inane ability to place the world upon my chest, a mobi wrap.
I am Africa.
From the ark of creation I sprang forth,
Tithing this modern people in my own womb.
It happened so quickly.
Woke, they call it.
I looked in the mirror that morning and realized I had grown another eye.
Placed gently upon my forehead
There it was, open and staring at me.
I gazed upon it with the two I had always known, and I was touched with previous knowledge of it’s presence.
In it’s stare I saw the universe, the way, the truth, and the light.
Guided through this experience with caution I had become aware.
Aware of the land writhing in me.
From, Cairo to Lagos and beyond.
My blood pure and red, runs through me.
Suddenly, I felt a kindred bond with this place I have never even been.
Course lands and pride.
It was like I had known it,
Intimately my entire life.
Motherland, they call it.
Even now as I spill these words, these secrets, this water.
I feel it.
Calling to me,
And like a prophet,
I’ve come to spread the holy word.