I was born in Africa
A day in April.
I’m not sure which day it was.
It could have been the 24th, or it might have been
The 25th.
I cannot say.
I grew up in Africa,
In a land of toil and strife
Against itself and the world,
Uncertainty running as deep
As the uncertainty of my birth.
I lived through history—
A history that denied my best friend and I
Shared coffee at a café,
My face was too pale, her skin too dark.
Our friendship was forbidden
Yet we were bound together.
Forced separation could never deny
A childhood friendship.
I was blessed by Africa—
The soul, the air, the electricity
Brought about by a summer
Thunderstorm, dark clouds hanging
Heavy, threatening destruction.
I voted in Africa
As the clock ticked over to Wednesday
27th of April 1994.
From out of the snaking queue,
A fusion of people and race,
The land once tied up in chains
Was brought to liberty.
Poems and Petals 
I remember that day. The whole world was watching. A celebration for humanity.
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It was! And I was standing in the queue, needing to get home to study I was in my second year of college 😊
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You played a major role in history that day.
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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What a day! The wind of change blew strongly over the globe during the early 90’s!
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Very true! Hope you are having a lovely weekend Erika!
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I do! Monday is still part of our Easter holidays. So I enjoy this day with catching up… lol!
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Debbie! 🙂
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