The Writings of Norah

Makang Norah  Inhaling the fumes of desolation Drugged beyond despair, gagging from overdose The children of Africa still reeling from the effects of colonialism Sluggish in growth, in advent in development Woe, woe they cry Till the sun shall set, till the brave shall rise Till they say enough, we may never be free

Makang Norah She works, She Thrives, She Toils She Weeds, She Plants the Soil Underpaid, Overworked, Under Looked From the depth, She paves the Lane A tunnel spiraling towards Day She is Africa, Its She in Africa. She, last in succession She, placed as possession Not considered, not regarded But from ashes, she molds the way A path uniting the stray She in Africa, building for Africa. Rising from Desolation Striving for consideration Creating a labyrinth towards success Predestined to overcome Predetermined to become   The Africa, She in Africa