Read A Poem By The Renowned African Poet Who Died In The Westgate Mall Attack

The sounds rounded our lonely skies/among the nims the dancers gather their cloths/stretching their new-shorn hides off offered cows/to build themselves new drums.

Kofi Awoonor, born in a small village in Ghana in 1935, wrote poems depicting Africa during colonization. He also served as Ghana's representative for the United Nations from 1990-1994. He was killed while shopping with his son.

Within the airwaves we carryour hutted entrails; and we pray;shrieks abandoned by lonely road-sidesas the gunmen's boots tramp.I lift up the chalice of hyssop and tearsto touch the lips of the thirstysky-wailing in a million spiresof hate and death; we praybearing the single hope to shineburnishing in the destiny of my racethat glinting sword of salvation.

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