The Bride

Decades after, the suitors still come to sway
Approaching with enthusiasm and murderous love
With brim confidence to lure her away
Yet show little for the legitimates to approve

A Captain's Wish

I am a prisoner of war
Captured in the course of fighting for my land
So sad is it that I may not be back
To fulfil my pledge of redeeming Africa’s pride

Civilization

They are still hot on our heels
Determined to poison our conscience
As they sought for our loopholes
Into the deeper part of our flesh