I am a little African girl,
For my Birthday, I got a pearl.
From Kwanza I get gifts of the very sincere,
Maybe a lamp, maybe a mirror.
My family lives in a big hut,
Some are wanderers and don’t know what
Or where they go,
They chase the massive herds of buffalo.
While my daddy sows the ground,
Mommy sells baskets she bounds
From very special bamboo leaves,
Very carefully she weaves.
Today at school, we made palanquins,
We prepare for the festival on the thirteenth.
Decorations and music fill the air,
From one game to the other, there’s no time to spare.
The fun is over and it’s now time to work,
More weaving and mending is starting to lurk.
My family works until they sweat,
Then eat a dinner we’ll never forget.
Author notes
This one is more historical than my other poems, but it tells about life in Africa in the perspective of a child.
What do you think about it?
Comments
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This is one of my favorite poems.
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