Friday, November 27, 2015

Birth Place


I want to know more than one



I want to know more than three



I want to meet Nigerians that speak



Kenyans that laugh at the Swahili I learned in Berkeley

Ugandans that correct my Mandarin

Tanzanians that teach me how to say it in Cantonese  


I want to tour the holy city Ile-Ife

trace the pilgrimage path of Mansa Musa

then circle back to Timbuktu


See the reminders of Aksum

See the remainders of Kmt


Touch the Earth and envision the buildings that my ancestors constructed

thousands of years before they were invaded thousands of times

leaving the still standing walls that others never believed were thousands of years old

till their, “science” said so


I want to board a barge in the south and flow north with the Nile

I wonder what eight others will join me


I want to walk the same trail

that was the first trail

compare my foot print

to the first foot print


The vision I see

The things I want to do

The escape I want to take


Isnt one that is new


Its one that is old

so old that its in the blood

in the very fabric and design

of all that claim




What I want is a realization


a reawakening

of my genetic inheritance

of my ancestral birthright


What calls me is the land so old

its true name

its original tongue

is the only

can only

be labeled


The First



that is what calls to me


that is what pushes me

that is the very intangible force that pulsates my heart

pumping the blood through my veins


That place that is forever older than old


In a constant state of









I want to breath the air in that place that is always in a state of newness

I want to feel the frequency in that place

where there are as many words for new

as there are people to speak them


That is the place

That is the space

That is


© Christopher F. Brown 2015



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