They have civilisations, structures, tribes, hierarchies and wars
Just like everywhere else, save the poverty, filth and degradation of many but the privileged.
But this new continent is vast
Newly discovered Landscapes, varied and awesome,
And yet Its beauty is recognised but by only a few, the adventurous. The richness of the soil and the hidden treasures that lie beneath are unnoticed
Who would dare to go inland?
It is the people who become the commodities. Try to find them now but you won’t
They are lost to that world…forever!
The Trade Winds Blow
An island of great and obvious beauty has risen up. The surface of the soil is evidently good for cash crops, sugar, spices
The people, though many lost on the way, have risen up, great in number. The chains are removed
Yet, little did they know they are no longer lost. This is now home
The odd African arrives from somewhere far away
“Don’t associate with him if you can help it he’s not one of us” they say
These people now have a land of their own
But do they really own it? Manage it at will. A land of springs, woods and waters Rocks of dizzying heights with sheer drops to the ocean
Hidden waterfalls leading out to abundant seas
The port towns bustle
Ships come and go from far away places
Joyful sounding songs from the ships are left on the tongue inherited from pirates and privateers
Blow Billy Boy Blow
Yes the trade winds have blown
And look what has blown in
Tales of chains and shackles reached inland
Told now with romantic nostalgia
Taught by rote
Could this be the lost of that land far away?
That land is long forgotten
Frequent tales of history orated through legends of how Two brothers arrived on a ship
Made a small fortune which of course has now has dwindled
That is how we got our name, or is it?
The Trade Winds are no more
The lost people make another move
En mass to a land that is green and pleasant
Filled with sights and sounds, structures, even hostile faces though we are invited
Today filled with peoples of all diversities from captured lands far and wide
This is where we are
Here and now
In this green and pleasant land
Masters of literature
Broken from a continent of literary masters of the western hemisphere
What is this place that people of so many diverse origins now call home?
A city of people who have prevailed through the millennia against all odds
A remnant
Who of us really knows the history
And yet, It is here that we first begin to learn the truth about our origins
Africa
J.A. Nembhard Comrie-Boothe is a British writer of Jamaican and a very mixed heritage, pick a few: African, Scottish, German, Indian, English, Irish or Jewish. She writes short stories on everyday themes; things embedded in our subconscious yet pertinent and real. She also advocates the teaching of Black History in Schools and calls for accuracy and careful planning of the curriculum. She has been invited to feature as a guest on a number of radio stations and television for her views.
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