My Africa

My Africa is a continent with possibility

Yet so struck with fear and traditions

It has so much diversity in culture and nature

So much to offer

If only you care to look and see

There are the bustling concrete jungles

But I prefer the one with fresh air

Sky high trees, vast open spaces

The lion’s roar at night at the hyaenas laughter

Birdsong for your morning alarm call

The smell of dust and the fresh petrichor

when the clouds above are thundering

and after the storm is the beautiful rainbow

The antelope runs around so gracefully, yet knowing 

the silent predator may hide in the marula tree

the little kids play around with cars made of twigs and mud

and are too happy to take your picture with a camera of stone

Their smile so shiny white and bright and face full of dust

Once they have grown they realize life is hard

and our lives are but a vapour. 

It is not an easy walk on this beautiful continent

but it is still a good life, a good moment. 

What is to come, we often think of

Do they even wonder of the afterlife?

If there is such a thing as the afterlife?

How to get there? 

Where is their hope? 

Do they have dreams?

Do they trust our message that we bring them

of our Lord Jesus - who created all this beauty-  and them?

or is it just the mulungo's Jesus?

Do they even realize He came and died for them too?