Black’s Elixir

Artist: Alex peter idoko

Medium: Razorblade, sandpaper, charcoal, wood

Description: I am on the world’s extreme corner,

With skins tanned as though torched with fire to become black,

I suppress every flicker of weakness by turning every passion into strength.

Like nana yaa asantewa of Ghana,

Who fought the europeans for freedom in the 1900

I have no son to fire the gun when i die

And no daughter to wail when i close my mouth

I have wondered on the wilderness

The great wilderness man call life.

Like mandela of south africa,

Who stood against the apartheid in 1948,

If i turn here, the rain beats me

If i turn there, the sun burns me

The firewoods of this world are

For those who can take heart

That is why not all can gather it.

Like Zik of Africa who fought,

For independence in Nigeria 1960

Nature has endowed the black race

With stamps of strength

Where time moves forward and backwards

With not one moment pause of sighing

For our passion is from the heart

And to be passionate is to be black.

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