Africa Sweet Sweet Africa part 4
I remember so many times when African ways of life were put a risk by us so called civilised people We Europeans have a lot to answer for. to Africa and its Africans I appologise we had no right to interfere. The poem at the bottom of this page is how I feel about the damage Man is doing every where to our planetback to my story
Many is the mile I have travelled since I left your fair shores.
Tears in my eyes as I think back to those care free days of youth.
I remember whilst out hunting driving through villages deep in the bush seeing Children playing naked in the rich red dirt, their only toy a bicycle rim with no spokes (or just a few) they would roll it round with a stick never missing a beat. If they were lucky they would also have a lorry tyre hung as a swing from a tree.
Yet these children would run up to us enormous smiles beaming out, shouting Jambo Bwana, habari wewe, unatoka wapi? We would reply Mzuri sana asanti sana, natoka Dar es salaam. Their parents standing shyly behind ,but if you wanted to take a picture hapana they would cry out. As they truly believe if you took one you captured their soul in the image and made them your slave. I often think they with their simple lifes were far better of than my own children with all the trappings of modern life.
My mother worked as manageress of the Oyster Bay hotel (I believe it was torn down and replaced in the early 2000s) She once brought home some witch doctor charm bags our servants were not happy mbaya kbasa they said.
Well what ever my mother found she could not be in the same room as them. She would get the most agonising headaches, my dad scoffed and said she was imagining it. He kept hiding them all round the bungalow, in the car and even on the yacht. Finally he believed her and they were given away.
I used to go down to the hotel some lunch times and my mum would tell me to go wait for her in the bar. I was 14 but allowed a vodka, one she was a long time so I had 3 . Oh my when I cycled back home the road was dancing around in a most peculiar way. Like an idiot I had a couple more then feeling quite funny sneaked into my parents bedroom turned on the air conditioner and lay down.
Next thing I knew it was nearly 6 pm I was supposed to be going swimming at 3 pm. Next to the bed I found a note to my dad saying she hadn't been able to wake me up and would he keep an eye on me as she thought I was ill. I can tell you all I had far more respect for alcohol after that.
I had hoped to finish but not enough space lol so a continuation in next and final blog
What The Hell Have We Done!!!
Author: shadow1950
© Linda Hillier 27/02/2013
How can anything live in this World of ours
No Green any more have the Trees
Flowers now all Black and Dying
No Songs, the Birds no longer Sing
No Wind rustles through the Trees
What The Hell Have We Done
The Waves no longer crash on the Sea Shores
No Sound of Music playing in the Air
Children, We no longer hear at Play
The Vast Sky An Enormous Black Void
What The Hell Have We Done
No Fish break the Surface of the Still Lakes
No Sounds of sheep or Lowing of Cows
This World of No Colour or Laughter
Sends Shivers Down my Spine
What The Hell Have We Done
Nature tried Time and Time Again
To Warn us to Change our Ways
Sending Plagues and Aids among Other Things
But Did We Listen to Her Pleas?
What The Hell Have We Done
Instead We De-voided Forests of Their Trees
Polluted Our Rivers, Lakes and Seas
Why didn't We Listen, We Just Continued
To Pillage and Rape This World of Ours
What The Hell Have We Done
Everywhere I look I see Emptiness
There is Only One Colour Left
That of Blood soaking into the Land
Its Vivid Red Hue shocking
What The Hell Have We Done
yet as all will know
blood when it hits the light
turns colour, turning to Black
against the Blackened Earth
What The Hell Have WE Humans Done
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Posted: Fri Mar 1, 2013 6:47 PM WET