The Continent

Last night I lay within your continent

Sought salvation from frustration within your loving nation

Found the true meaning of homeland when you let me in

Swahili tongue knew I hadn’t been there before and kissed me to stay a while

I did you one better and kissed forever in your country

Then you let me top your virgin drum releasing echoes of me being free, being free in you

Free to run through your country side, touching jasmine dropping wreaths

Free to nibble on your Nigerian

Blow on your Botswana

Eat your opia till there’s no opia left

Won’t be any left over’s when I’m done

Won’t be anything done just remembrances of that night when I laid within your continent seeking salvation from frustration within your loving nation

And that’s all we’ll have that and a few thousand orphans to read this poem.

 from the American sitcom Girlfriends