My Love, Africa: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

Africa, throughout this night, I'll be with you;
We will run around the terrace
With love-clad eyes, debilitated hands,
Feet - weak like the shrubs frustrated
By arid harmattan winds.

We'll fall on each other gently
Like soft linen on a well-dressed bed;
Our lips touching, chatting in love language.

Africa, throughout this night, we'll blaze our fear-shivered union
With the flame of affection;
We'll trade our fear in the nightly darkness
And allow the wind to take it away.