Echoes from JAPA: Black Power on the loose

I hoped for repaved routes Off the troughs of scorn and abuse Indigence, ferocity and everyday abduce. Nasty and brutish state of fruits. Help me JAPA from these roots!

Fellow countrymen with sullied attributes Maneuver to power echelons gratifying as juice Their noxious policies stunts and pollutes A land of honey and innumerable substitutes. Despair clogs my hope. It refutes My certitude about my prideful roots. JAPA! The exit route.

Clung to this hope, my mind it persecutes. As I probe for whereabouts, swamped in doubts Anxiety spouts. Worries cloud my clouds But just before the faith dilutes, as a bridge, an opportunity flutes And Britain welcomes my foots.

Hello! Heathrow shouts Droughts no more, defeat for all past grouse. Sterling Pounds for the counts. As I go all out Like Scout hunting for a prey spouse. And there at the hustle coasts, I hear echoes from my roots Voiced blackness, African offshoots

Fellow countrymen with unexampled attributes Co-entrants from African tropics, wrapped in sludgy suits Pristine talents from eclectic grassroots Evincing black power. Afro-driven solutions on diffuse Echoes from JAPA. A pride from Africans’ commute

My soul vaults, my spirit vivaciously shouts Emotions of pride in Africanness spouts At the savour of black intellectuality, around and about. Passion, vigour and dedication of peerless amount Across Britain’s domains, away from home rescripting accounts An elegant re-adorning of a continent’s repute

Alas! Exploits of the black diaspora community troubleshoots My psyche. Misguided, was I, about my roots. Africa? Got no flaws. Dare I announce Me is Africa, I am my roots Africa is us. Black skin, bright fruits JAPA has become – black power on the loose.