AFRICA MY LOVE.

Thank you mother for bearing the pain,and weight of carrying me in the jungles of Africa.Under the schorching sun in kenya,you retained your calm.
Ooh mother Africa a wonderfull mother you are,and a powerfull mother genius who brought me up,you are all love.Mother Africa in Kenya kenya my sweet meanger,You beared and brought me up on grassy dusty ground on the plains of Nairobi,where for years you moulded me to be strong and powerfull.
My body endured despite unbelievable circumstances for the very essence of my existence is spirit.Spirit blended with African ways.
I knew and had nothing but you gave me all,sometime more than my capability.You beared and tought me how to trend softly like a stealthy leopard.
Mama Africa a dear mama you are.When I faulted,you guided me,when I cried,you consoled me.Africa you showed your undeminishing love,love only you had.
Sweet sweet mama Africa washing your burst with my sweat,dripping on and soiling your kikoi,you gave a gleaming smile,awakening my sleeping spirit.Mama Africa,Kenya in your soul,and there i coilled getting some warmth,and relaxig to your cuddles.Ooh mama Africa a feeling of eternity flowed through my veins empowering my soul.
The cool breeze in the early mornings,made my eyes see the horizon,this become a norm,and running far distances to the top of African hills,I saw you vibrantly waking up to the sweet melodies of early morning birds,on their hunting spree for worms,the fat worms,,,,,,sun rising from east a warm beautifull ball.
Africa mama Africa in the beautifull land of Kenya, I was there not giving in to the first drop of sweat,but going strong,ready to blaze my day in the hot sun of the Kenyan highlands.A hectic day labouring tirelessly,sweating till no more,endurering pain and fighting pangs of hunger,and my evenings come,dusty and exhousted,but never relenting and for real still anticipated my tommorow.This not being a pay day but a day another day to pay day.
Mama Africa I learned from you to withstand all weathers.
The virtue of life,this narration awaiting generations,under the sparkling African stars,bright moon,around the fire in a calm African night,moons eye penetrating the beauty of living souls.
Days accumalated to weeks,pilling to months,I perservered the sufferation,fighing for rights of servival and I left the shadows of a life I had known.
My mind moulded by quality African clay,burnt to perfection,not easily succumbing to pressure.
On perfomance stages in Kenya,high spirited extra dedicated and srong willed boys,gave their admirers exhilirating performances,to passer_by a game and some took it for granted .It was not a rehersal,it was a class within a class chasing a higher degree.
With everyday a new revelation,learning,digging deeper into my counsiousness,strengthening the spirit.
Three sixty five days,our bodies now twisting and dancing to the rhythms of African acrobatics,amazing gestures,stealthy jumps made a spectacular display to the eyes of our audiences.
Revellers worderfull words,artistic tounges are and will always be a million load of boost in my mind.
A son positively cultured and brought up African,an African acrobat ready to rock,the world to embrace,knowing the cricking of jungle night insects,melodies of plain and highland birds and blaring sirens in the city.
Optimism planted and its roots in my mind entangled like of a giant fig tree.
Writting about you many years after,Kenya,Africa based,laid on your turbernacle,vision revealed through like a dream,soul body and mind all co_ordinated.
Languages can hinder my agenda but never stopping my mission,mission to conqure what sometimes to the human eye looks impossible.The African acrobatics handed down through generations.
Africa my motherland ooh mama Africa owing to your fertility,you have brought forth many and now awaiting are more from your healthy womb.To be named African acrobat,contributing to the world,messengers of equity,love,peace,tranquility and power,yes,the inner power.
Reminding me of the spirit that produces the courage to beat unsumountable acts,survive and endure,getting embodied with the very essence of my existence.Without the spirit am less than home but with it there is nothing i cannot overcome.For the power of my livity is the spirit inside my soul.
Looking into your eyes ooh mama Africa,inspiring thy strongly to narrate to the universe.Expectetions running high,but the fire in me,burning fiecerly spreading energy on its path,with flames heating the souls,keeping spirits live,fire,the African acrobatic fire.
Burning forever in the souls,let the flames and the spirit illuminate for all to see and share its warmth........