NUBIAN QUEEN

This is for the off springs

Of Imani and Nandi

I see magic in every swing

Of their beguiling hips

The grandeur of the sun

Is made manifest by their brown skins

Protein dwells

In the fullness of their lips

Do they know from whence they came?

And over dynasties and kingdoms

Their mothers once was reigned

And drank from Solomon’s wisdom?

Tell them to ask Sheba

About Makeba

They should enquire from Timbuktu

About Askia

They are

Nubian queens

The well that sprung

Warriors and kings

They grew

From the same evergreen tree

As Hatshepsut, Tiye

And Nefertiti

Roses, they are

Whether in the Rift valley lows

Or the highs

Of Kilimanjaro

Whether in the fields

Of the Savannah

Or the concrete streets

Of the Sahara