Friday, June 3, 2011

When I Die, Bury Me Here

In a small part of the vast beauty that is Afrika, this is Kenya. Readily evident in this expansive mass of a continent that is the root of man is Natural Beauty in all endeavors. Who can deny the note-perfect sight that appears so raw and peaceful, that even the existence of development leaves it undisturbed?!

When I die, I wanna sleep somewhere undisturbed.

Onde?! Angola this is and one of the five Afrikans that speak the strange Spanish language called Portuguese. The others are Cape Verde, Guinea-Bissau, Mozambique, Equatorial Guinea, and Sao Tome & Principe. It may just be me, but I think these are the places to be to for those guys that are into light-skinned princesses. I mean, I ain't been but say Afrikan and princess and see if my heart doesn't palpitate in the process.

When I die, I want my heart to have beat to the rhythm of Afrikan sweetness(es).

I think Queen of Sheba ruled over this landscape. Ethiopia it is when its not being portrayed as a child wearing a mask of flies and a sad face. If my birth was to be from this, I would take the pride in what I'm seeing to make me remove the mask hiding my essence.

When I die, I want the earth to have been biblical in its essence.

Again the land of Sheba, the queen that encountered King Solomon's wisdom and came back satisfied. No one can blame her because being around such natural erections can offer many with nature's pacifier. The eyes rest on the rising and falling and contours that make a moment pass you by.

When I die, I want to be in the place where the moment is all that matters.

'gone green'

1 comment:

  1. Great job repping Africa! The story line is kinda heavy though.