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THE BOOMERANG
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67 THE BOOMERANG (For Mbella Sonne Dipoko) For whatever reason the boomerang leaves the hand, It soars, executes its mission and returns to base. Like this tool-weapon Africa’s messenger you were, At a time when our pride was being tampered with By the pilfering colonialists. Like the boomerang you soared, the truth to tell Of the visibility of the African son, Of the beauty and potency of his blackness; Like a true warrior you waded the currents, Bulwarks before your colour strewn Reminding them of the strength of the lion, The swiftness of the cheetah, The nurturing of the baobab, even as time ebbed. And when your duty had been accomplished, To your roots you returned that the Rightful owner the dregs of your years May consume and take pride, fittingly, In a son well-groomed like well-tapped palm wine, And so you served the land until our Ancestors beckoned. Africa shall refill the Gourd so generations to come will continue To drink your wisdom, boomeranged soul! ...