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Alkebulan (Okebulani) Mother Africa
Ejiofor Alisigwe England
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Afu Ra, Adamma, Womb-man, Mother and Son Holy vessel to a son god the five pointed star Lead to the railway crouching between burdens Crisscross on your brow like bleached fish bones And tribal marks, Zodiac to her spiders web of twelve sons
It is a centipede spread across your heart And like the flying Scotsman a monstrous steel millipede Burrowing through the valley of the Kings a mole to Osiris tomb Deep into the pyramids to dig up their bones Defacing Negroid to Harmakhis nose Stripping Nuwaupian's Nsibidi to the wisdom of the sphinx
And away and away to the praesepe north called West Where I hear native people sit and rest Food and shelter paid to a beggars smile Narrow tracks hung two yokes on Issachar's spine A straw for the Elephant broke the Camel's back Couses to the mythic tongues and Tam'a-hus arrows Shot into the womb of your pains to a child By diviners of the tombs who stole your story And bludgeoned you with the new formulated doctrine Plagiarized by Josephus Flavuis Ben Mathaias to pleasure Luciferian conspirators to author fabricated history from real events A prostrate to the Shepherd Kings consented rules The new age Heka-Khasut invaders concealing hyena sneer With Hyksos bah of a lamb to you a gift of the Trojan
From you Mother, I am, disarmed to destiny dead on Ankh wood A kiss by Seth finished me then led by Akhaba to the underworld Bound to revolve in Duat to resurrect Atum-Re Your story retold with hypnotic Levitical tongues A story for the horse's mouth hijacked by Arius Josephus Flavuis Calpurnius Piso With comical theatrics and hissing jeers to suit his tricks of words To control, with a censured re-telling of Old Nkomii truth with altered names Branding pseudonyms to fool Nous with mythical tales bleached white And codex inscripted to fabricate the bible Code To severe the tongue of truth and bury it in Amen And left you forever lost to the tricks of the tomb raiders From You Black Madonna Mother of God, I am Karast the Messeh The Four Sevens of He who came from nothing You are Menjet of the one hundred and forty-four gods Crescent moon Mother and Son wife of Osiris Mother to the Son-man head with the ring Of Anshar's shen and a fitting Red Cap
To go away now, I will take the M44 as were the craze To the Manger north called West where they all base Then back to earth I shall with a punjent buzz To bring you honey swiped from their Beehive Found in their house of dead bound of fuss As they declare rite of passage to Aladdin's cave
Isis Mother Africa a holy vessel to man Meditating on the message coded in the Osiris orbit Saying yes to Amen for a ray of life on the drought My heart is you Mother Africa wo-man bosom to my wean A house you are so strong Aset of the corner stone I am a son spoiled to a mother's sweet suckle Reared to a man homage to a wife sweet bosom Just like you mother a vessel to my seeds blossom From Nuwaupian Igbo root spring my branches to your lineage tree Isis mother of Horus wife of Osiris Adamma to Amen-Re
Africa Mother Africa womb to man Here is to you Mother Civilizer your son back from sojourn
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