An Ode to Afro Beats

Beats.

 

Drums.

 

Trumpets.

 

Strings.

 

Good Lord, the saxophone.

 

Taking me away, every time.

Reminiscing in Ghana.

 

Jumping in Swaziland.

 

Moving in Kenya.

 

Where to next?

Dark skin,

 

Shines bright.

 

Dark nights,

 

Turn light.

Black magic,

 

Perhaps,

 

Black girl magic?

 

She’s a magician.

 

I vanish,

 

Every time.

Could we be redeemed?

 

From betrayal…

 

Through the beats,

 

Of drums.

Can you heal?

 

From pain…

 

Through the rhythm,

 

Of forbidden words.

Beat.

 

Drum.

 

Trumpet.

 

Play, the strings.

 

Bring, the saxophone.

 

Take me away, any time.