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Ndjock Ngan

Africa

Africa, Africa my Africa
proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa
my ava sings
In a river far
Never seen thee
But blood I filled your eyes
your beautiful black blood spilled on the fields of your sweat

Blood Sweat of your work
Work
Slavery slaves of your children Africa Africa

tell you what can you back that folds
and bows down to the weight of humility
back trembling with red stripes
consents to whip on the streets of South
Then he answered a serious strong voice
Son impetuous young That tree over there Splendidly

tree only among white and faded flowers
'Africa Africa, that your new sprouts

patiently obstinately And the fruits of which gradually acquire
The bitter taste of freedom.

***

live once

In one city,
in one country,
in one universe,
live in one world is
prison. Knowing only one language


one job only a costume
one civilization
know a logical
is prison.

***

one who has lost everything

1

Risa
of sunshine in my hut and my women beautiful and graceful palms
Eran the evening breeze slipped
children died at the great river
How deep
And my canoes were fighting with crocodiles
Mother, the moon if one be serious and the dancing
Frantic pace of the tam-tam
Tam-Tam Tam-Tam carefree joy
Among the fires of freedom

2

Then one day, silence ...
rays of the sun seemed to darken
In every sense of the hut empty
The red mouths of my women
lips pressed hard eyes of the conquerors and thin steel
And my children left the quiet nudity
For the uniform Iron and blood
And there are more, not even you
nights of my Tam-Tam, Tam-Tam
of my forefathers The chains of slavery have broken my heart!



***

Black beauty

I love the look of your fair
And your mouth taste of mango
Rama Kam
Your body is pepper
that incites desire
Rama Kam
When you step

The panther is jealous of the hot pace of your side
Rama Kam
When you dance nights in the glow of the tam-tam

Rama Kam
pant beneath the storm of the griot Dyunung
And when you love
When you love Rama Kam
It 's the tornado that thunders And Fell

It leaves me full of breath you
Rama Kam.

Ndjock Ngan - Cameroonian poet who lives in Rome, author of the poetry collection Nhindo black.