What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

– William Henry Davies


Dusk in Africa

The cattle are brought in from grazing,
birds stop singing in the forest,
the last buckets of water are brought in,
a little light is seen from each hut.

Women have gathered their young around the fire,
protecting them from the spirit of dark,
which is said to be awaking
when the sun goes to sleep.
Every mouth is fed with fufu and groundnut soup.

The silence is broken by the chirping of a cricket.
The full moon is out, to greet the night,
the bats flutter about in the moonlight.

Day is done.
Gone the sun.
It’s dusk in Africa.

- Lizzie Ngwenya


Africa my Africa

Africa my Africa
Africa my mother land
Land of milk and honey
Land of natural beauty
Africa land where I live

Africa my Africa
A land of great rulers
Africa my Africa
Land of nature
A land where nature lives

Africa my Africa
A land blessed by God Himself
On the day of Creation
God threw diamond like stone
Gold like rain
He dropped crude oil like rain

Africa my Africa
Land of milk and honey

- Abisoye Sejoro


Love Poem for my Country

My country is for love
So say its valleys
Where ancient rivers flow
The full circle of life
Under the proud eye of birds
Adorning the sky

My country is for peace
So says the veld
Where reptiles caress
Its surface
With elegant motions
Glittering in their pride

My country is for joy
So talk the mountains
With its baboons
Hopping from boulder to boulder
In the majestic delight
Of cliffs and peaks

My country is for health and wealth
See the blue of the sea
And beneath
The jewels of fish
Deep under the bowels of soil
Hear the golden voice
Of a miner’s praise
For my country

My country is for unity
Feel the millions
See their passion
Their hands are joined together
There is hope in their eyes

We shall celebrate

- Sandile Dikeni


Poem on Africa

In the centre of the earth – I stand –
Like a giant straddling the Equator
Land of warmth and vigour wide expanses,
A rich tapestry of colour.
My head in the north
I stretch my arms to the sides
My feet on the strong stormy seas
of the South Atlantic tides.
Ringed by a wall – a fortress to protect my people:
Deserts protect them in the west
Diseases in the hot, humid forests
Wild animals roam my plains and woodlands
Courageous, dauntless must be the foreigners
That seed to scale my walls
Hardy, intrepid is he who tries to enter my inner core
The vast heart of tropical Africa

I look to the EAST, to the rising Sun
To the warmth of the Indian Ocean
Its warm heaving waves
Roll on my sandy, palm-lined shores.
I look to India and Arabia
Whose trades visit me
I can hear the strains and chants of Oriental charm
To the shout of the bazaar.

I look to the WEST, to the sunset crest
The cold Atlantic hardens my skin
Old skeletons and forbidding rock remind
Me of the death of day
And in my boiling centre lurk
The crocodiles and swampy murk
Hostile, defensive; vicious attack

I look to the NORTH, to the calm blue sea
Of the Mediterranean
To the thoughts of great thinkers
The cradle of the mind
The powerful race for material gain.

I look to the SOUTH, to the primeval cold
The endless ocean
The deserts of land and sea
The southern lights of the whirling cross
The promise of life to come
From my feet, standing firm,
I gain my strength.




Powder is the grass, burnt powder,
Mingled now with the dust from which it sprung;
Dead are the lilies in the veld-pans;
The veld-flowers have vanished.

Naked is the veld, scorched and naked,
Charred is its coat, once brave and green;
Naked to the sun’s lash it quivers -
A victim defenseless

FD Sinclair