Nakomitunaka Ooh, Nako

Nakomitunaka ooh, nakomitunaka ooh I ask myself often a plethora of questions too Many times, I said to myself: oh no, no, no Brother Muhammad Ali talked about that also Black people came from somewhere special Like everybody else under the celestial Umbrella. Africa is the Mother of Humanity Do you understand the meaning of that? Blacks make Whites, but the contrary Is almost quasi impossible. That's a very fat Way to answer a myriad of pertinent questions However, history is littered with lies and deceptions Historians don't tell the truth for stupid reasons Many groups want to create superiority and seasons We all know that's wishy-washy and impossible With the Wonderful God everything is possible However. We all follow similar itineraries Same beginning, ending and even cemeteries Maybe in different locations and countries, but death Is death. And we are all of out of vital signs and breath Nzambe nakomitunaka ooh.I no longer wonder The world is African. Prove me wrong or in error Hollywood cannot duplicate such an antique history Think and imagine the real and truthful story Mother Africa is watching, listening and won't say a word Mother Africa is very patient, and Jesus is the Lord. P.S. This poem is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters. Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.