in winter night
Not gone my love
close to my heart
Not dark but bright
the single eye above
Not blinking but staring
a source of reechoing an integral part of the African tradition, belief and way of life, merging it with the changing currents of this world and the African view on the here after through the means of poetry recitals and writings.
We are all strangers
marching on to a place unknown
I met you already here
Am I a stranger to you
But there ...
Where you will also go
and find me already there
I am no stranger
is it the mark I now bear?
A message went out
without any reply
A call fell on live ears
and none paid heed to pick
A song of death was announced
and she did not hear the phrase: "my condolences"
And they that keep their promises of hope
shall have the heavens renew their strength
Come master builder come
Through to the end be the guide
Come fountain of love come
The upwell of terror and hate hide
Come from far and near come
That the dream of Amerigha be seen
Blessed be Amerigha oh blessed
Let every tongue and tribe resing