From
the North
An army
as commoving as the Harmattan
Declare
the arrival of Nok-
A
procession of Kemetian titans
Aiming
history like a weapon.
Conquering
warriors of the tribal divide.
Sons of
nativity;
These have
been charged with Time’s keeping.
Ancestral
progeny
As complete
as the effects of a skilled hunter.
They
traverse the spine of the Nile
Like
lost things marked for the macabre
Till the
time of their appearing steps in the strobelight.
Storm clouds
of inventive revolutionists muster.
From
the Cape of the Town souljas arise
And
stand or their history dies.
How are
the mighty risen!
Heroes
of Sheba origin
Gaining
on destiny with chants of ancient ditties.
Men
acquainted with courage rooted in the morning of creation.
To fear
is abomination.
Dark-skinned,
pure hearts;
A rare
species of men divinely gifted.
Charged
by purpose.
Armed with
a pen
Until a
darkened history be rewritten
And
perhaps, relived with renewed vigor.
Sound
the gongs of war!
Behold
men and women not used to breaking tradition:
A
custom seeded in the release of genius.
Weave a
dance, therefore,
To celebrate
the home-coming of our champions;
Offspring
of past tumult.
Souls
who are decided and will remember
The
ways of their fathers and mothers.
Deserving
reverence reserved for gods alone,
Whose
very lives point the way home.
Akpan
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