A Snowman On Sahara

A poem about the contrast of Africa and the Western world, how opportunities are created for students in the diaspora in terms of education so they can pursue what their hearts desire but not so here.

We were born and bred on sand’s dome

Oh yes we heard that roses are red

Indeed we heard of snow and rain

How joyful it is to play in its globule

As it showers the farms and fields of corn

Beseeching temperature to cool its warmth

Never do we play nor get wet in rain

If we do its sweat in the sun’s scorching name

For you to ever miss your distant lover

All you need is ticket to a train

Within few minutes you’re there hugging Jane

Heard of your cold winters and the falling snowflakes

And how your families go skiing and make snowmen

Come brother come! Can you show me?

Show me how to make a snowman on Sahara

 

Cactus our rose and Camel our train

The warm sandy wind it is our rain

Not so pleasant to play within

Cover your head with scarf and eyes with specs

Or your eyeballs are wet and in pain it aches

Seen you on television in numerous sport

Swim in rivers and surf on waves

Saharan juveniles like us go fishing on oasis

Born a horse racer I am, but tell me are camels faster?

Born swimmers we are if only oases were bigger

 How we desire to be pilots but forced around Welwitschia

Our heart desires burnt into ashes by Sahara’s blistering sun

If not for rattlesnakes we would lie on our backs make wishes to shooting stars

Come sister come! Can you show me?

Show me how to do what I delight without their restraints

 

Show me please show me

To make a snowman on Sahara

Author's Note

constructive criticisms are welcomed