During creation, African leaders were not just created
but they lost the breath of God.
A governance full of death.
Amazonia, a boy, 12years said;
when his land, ABOR,
a village in the tropical woods of Africa
couldn't even get mud to eat,
political leaders were saints in luxury.
This is the land, ABOR, where I was born.
I am living at the stream opposite
where Amazonia's untimely death occurred.
Why must he die so young?
Why must he die undiscovered and uncelebrated?
This thing; they call a stream
had only stones, rocks and mountains.
Why must they even call a stream?
I keep on asking myself.
Why people have many deadly unanswered questions?
Over the past decade, nothing like a drop of sweat
was seen in this thing; they call a stream.
What is most disturbing is;
no political leader or personality
wish to come to this site.
Why? I keep on asking myself.
Where is their sense of love?
Where is their heart to feel what the victims feel?
Where is their eyes to see, to witness the pains,
the tears and death as Amazonia?
Where is their propaganda to make vows,
promises and build a tomb for Amazonia?
I have seen the earth quaking angrily
and the sea groans in pain
anytime I try to pick the bones of Amazonia.
Why? I can not tell.
By a path believed as a refugee for the dieing souls,
Amazonia screamed and spoke this words;
my thirst is not their thirst.....
where can I drink?
Not the sweat on their body nor their urine.
At least, every Friday,
I visit this scene and read the words.
I have read it on countless occasions
but I can not understand. Amazonia;
you've died with your secrets.
This mystery is unknown
but I will discover it and honour you Amazonia.
As the words proceeded out of mouth
then I saw the whole environment changing.
So rapidly, that, I lost my tongue,
I couldn't think, I was lost.
I fell on my knees.
A nameless pain so strong hurt my heart.
I felt death, moving and lamenting.
It was wailing and crying in different languages.
Why, Amazonia were you born into the land of wicked mortal beings?
Why must humans be wicked and power thirsty
and power drunk when their actions and their activities
couldn't buy a tip of water to save Amazonia?
What else could i have done?
Amazonia, forgive me. Africa,
the tropical jungles of heartless political leaders.
Where power thirst for blood
and government feeds on its victims.
Where vultures have their feast.
Where I am and where Amazonia was.
I missed a heart beat when the gun sounded.
Was it a coup, a rebel attack or what?
I saw blood oozing from my mouth, my heart was in pain.
It was a torture. It was a suffering.
I gave up the ghost in tears and in screams.
As my blood was draining deep down the depth of the land,
still thirsty for water...the streams gradually vanished.
'Stones in my pocket' can never be a dream.
Due to the wickedness of African politicans,
I wail within as Amazonia, my talent is fading away.
Amazonia had visions but he died.
This is still happening...
futures leaders are dying but only the tears...
the street children, the orphans, the disabled,
have the breath to understand
the happening of this time and what Death said;
wait and see, the death of a political figure
and witness the drinks, the burial and the waste.
Yesterday, I went to where...this boy died decades ago.
I saw something like this;
Christ is the source of my talents and my life.
On Him the solid rock I stand, though I am dying,
i will never cast away my stone,
my faith and my name...george kofi sukah anyidoho.
I keep on wondering, how an old age pensioner read the words.
He read; crys is the source of my torment and my life.
On him, the solid stone, I stand.
Though, I am dying of thirst...
I have a deep down water dwelling in me that is my tears.
Amazonia had a stone in his pocket before his death.
Where is that stone.....access your life!
Where is your tears?
Don't let the comfort of today
compel you to forget about your faith,
your culture, your land and your people.
Remember, all will be over
but the of Amazonia will live on.
Political leaders can drink my blood but not my stone.