A Night in Africa, the Staging of Fear and Excitments

in #poetry6 years ago

I believe that every society has crickets, and they sing too at nights. But I fear that the african crickets sings better and loudest. Every society experiences darkness at night, but african nights are darker and scarier. Let me take you through it. imagephoto credit


Through the open window, I could see the moon, battling tirelessly to overcome the darkness. The breeze is calm and chill. Shadows, emphasized by moon light looms the vicinity. The squicky sounds of fruit bats, diving by the window and among the fruit trees, sends an assuring message, "the night is friendly". Tell that to a white man, I replied, he may listen to you.

From miles unknown, sounds of drum beats echoes, swept by the wind and dropped by the shores of my window. It lures the mind to ponder on what mystery keeps the African man awake in the dark.

The African man has a Soul, the african man loves, and when a lover is no more, the night knows his mourning, the breeze knows the drum beats and the story echoes among every roof.
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The African man is fearless of many things, by the day he fights the guns by matchetes and spears, but by night he is fearful of many things. In case you know not, what lies in the darkness of an African man, dwells not in your nights.

In these nights, war songs are chanted, battle cries are made. But if you care to listen just a little closer, there are the war cries of the foreigners, "Amen" and Hallelujah".

The African night is a stage for power struggle. Darkness is the umpire, the match begins when darkness arrives, and ends at its departure.

Believe it not, ghosts fights with witches and witches fights with pastors. But every entity is to himself, and the winner is never announced.
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Beware of the darkness that brings the ghosts, beware of the witches that waits the midnight hours to fly again, beware of the lovers, beware of the mourners, please beware of the prophets, beware, African nights are not ordinary nights, but a survival fest.


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Beware of the darkness that brings the ghosts, beware of the witches that waits the midnight hours to fly again, beware of the lovers, beware of the mourners, please beware of the prophets, beware, African nights are not ordinary nights, but a survival fest.

I love this caveat. Nice writing, bro.
Keep doing the good work!

Truly greatful you read it.

Lovely
I am from Africa

Wow. I will have to follow you to keep in touch then


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