Africa smiled a little when you left.
“We know you,” Africa said,
“We have seen and watched you,
We can learn to live without you,
But We know We needn’t Yet.”
And Africa smiled a little when you left.
“You cannot Leave Africa,” Africa said.
“It is always with you,
There inside your head.
Our rivers run In currents In the swirl
Of your thumbprints;
Counting out your pulse,
The silhouette of your soul.”
So Africa smiled a little when you left.
“We are in you,” Africa said.
“You have not left us, Yet.”
A poem by Bridget Dore for Nelson Mandela.
An absolutely beautiful poem that describes what it is to be African, for a little piece of Africa resides in our very soul no matter where we are in the world.