I remember
those tomb tales that
set you down the Nile to
see things for yourself
yes, I remember
how you used to sit up on
the shelves of Alexandria
beside the memories
of long lost crowns
back then you used to
scan the missing chapters
and the gaps between
seeking out secrets
I can't forget
how speck by speck you
cleared the racial lies left
over by the passing winds
how you used to sit
afterwards by the sea
to dinners served by fairies
from the scripts of legends
though we still sing with
tongues not ours but of
masters turned slaves trying
to forget how to remember
I will never forget
I shall keep the landmark
for perhaps tomorrow we
will hearken to your call
and try to locate our place
or perhaps some restless
spirits defying the laws
shall smash the locks and
return us to who we are.
(c) Sumaila Umaisha
The poem was inspired by Professor Al-Bishak's BLACK PAPYRUS, an intellectual work that traces global origins of writing and written literature to black Africa.
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