Hitherto melodious were the songs
Euphorical dances greeted the many mornings
When the dews of European brigandage
Engendering new dawns of hope.
Electrifying ecstasy ushered in
Avalanches of independences
Extinguishing decades of colonial servitude.
The choruses were unanimous
The refrains sarcastic:
Africa for Africans (good riddance to colonial rubbish)
The effervescent avant-gardism
Soon succumbed to rebounding implosions:
Militocratic gluttocracy; democratic corruptocracy;
Lawless mobocracy; fractrcidal genocide…
Tear the continent into shards.
Cacophonous hues and cries substituted
The melodious tintinnabulations.
The labours of independences
The epidural pains of avowed freedom
Stayed indefinitely decades after.
Where is the independence?
Where is the freedom?
Will Africa ever know peace?
All seemed to have cascaded into nothingness.
Femi Olabisi (February 2008)
Twitter: @ Femiolas