Tuesday, August 16, 2011

She Loves Him!!!!!


She Loves Him
By Masnoh Wilson

 Stories, stories, stories
All the time, all day long
Every minute, every second
Stories, more stores,
More stories of him

Never ending stories of mundane things
Funny stories also I must confess
Even I say sometimes," O how sweet"
When she tells me his stories
Of silly things

This thing called love, O how blissful
To see someone without limerance
I say to myself, " have I felt this way before"
Or maybe...
I've yet to love  this way again...

Monday, August 8, 2011

We've Touched The World!

We’ve Touched the World
by Masnoh Wilson

Out of Africa, we came
20 million strong, young, old, male, female
Fathers, Mothers, daughters, sons
Aunties, uncles, cousins, kin

Mostly from Africa South of the Sahara
From Senegal, Guinea, Liberia, Cote d’Ivoire,
Ghana, Togo, Burkina Faso, Nigeria
Cameroun, Mozambique, Congo, Angola

First taken to Spain, Portugal, Italy, France
England, Ireland and the Netherlands
Then brought to the U S, Jamaica, Haiti
Puerto Rico, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Trinidad, Tobago

On to Mexico, Belize, Honduras, Panama
To Colombia, Brazil, Venezuela, Argentina, Ecuador
India, Pakistan, and other parts of Asia
20 million strong, scattered all abroad
Impacting the world, wherever we went

And we’ve survived; 140 million strong
Making our presence felt, no matter where we are
Starting with creation, one can easily see
How that happened, the Garden of Eden’s in Africa

God used Africa to begin His creation
And then spread Africans around the world
To touch the world with our intelligence, culture
Knowledge, essence, attitude, spirit and soul


We’ve written books, mapped cities, performed surgeries
Commanded ships, invented machinery, done research
Built colleges, universities, secondary and primary schools
Built skyscrapers, designed buildings, and led armies

Written and performed plays
Published magazines and built industries
Established record labels, companies, and clothing lines
Designed fashion and run television networks

We are doctors, lawyers, engineers, and teachers
Nurses, entrepreneurs, singers, rappers
Dancers, models, bankers, preachers,
Plumbers, construction workers, and bus drivers


Is there anything we cannot do?
Actors, actresses, talk show hosts, athletes
Directors, producers, politicians, now President
 Community activists, beauticians, musicians, and artists

Our music and dance have engulfed the world
From jazz to pop, soul, gospel, rhythm and blues, now hip hop
To line dancing, merengue, jive, quick step, samba
From Scandinavia, to Australia, to Tibet and beyond
Africa’s drums can be heard everywhere!!!!


And so today we remember the door of No Return
For through those doors, our Ancestors straggled
With broken spirits, but unbowed heads
They entered New Worlds, never to return

But their presence can be felt everywhere you look
When you look at us, you see them too
They are not here to tell their stories, you see
But through each of us, their voices are still heard

For they’ve passed on to us a kind of resilience
That has empowered us to persevere
For though they were not supposed to survive
Survived they did; now, HERE WE ARE!!!!

Their Beautiful Black, all over we shine
In Asia, Europe, North America
The Caribbean, Central and South America
Although we bear slavery’s sad legacy,
We forge ahead to create our own!!!!

 

                                    


Friday, August 5, 2011

Our Liberia

Our Liberia
by Masnoh Wilson

Nestled in West Africa’s impregnable bulge
Sits our cherished Land of Liberty
A Land that has stood the test of time
From 1847 until now

A Land that has experienced so much strife
Anguish, distress, horror and pain
A Land that has endured 17 years
Of a senseless, insane, selfish war

So much blood unnecessarily shed
So many lives unnecessarily lost
Those precious lives we can never replace
And those lives we never, ever want to displace

For all the men, women and children forever gone
We remember each one of you today
We don’t want you to die in vain
We want to feel your families’ pain

Because of you who've died
May we now go on
To forever be united and strong
And do all we can to right this wrong

So now Liberians, let us all go forth from this day forward
To be LI-BE-RI-ANS
Not Country, not Conga, not Gio, or Vai
But one people, never divided by class or tribe

Each of us, let’s teach our children
That we are indeed one people
Who share a common space
Ordained by God, to be our own special place
Nestled in West Africa’s impregnable bulge!