Africa Sprung - a poem of longing by Fungai Rufaro Machirori
You bloomed coyly, donning a crown of glory as I left; uncertain of what was to come or how I would survive without your shrouds of royal purple unravelling slowly to reveal your Queenhood. You bloomed, teasing me to stay and wait and see You fulfill your grace, dancing down from the tree tops onto my yielding face, Falling evermore in love with the royalty of your name spelt out in my blood and soul: the Africa that my chest drinks in with every breath.