Ayouba Toure

Ayouba Toure May 2018

In a crazy world, here we liveth;
My thirst thy quenched.
Mommy I called you;
Assurance thy giveth me,
Verily, all shall be well.
Above all, ye said I shall rise;
Burden you carry; no more.

How I wish, I make thy proud;
From the slum, soon I will take you.
Smile; ye must,
Your sorrows, I will halt;
Soon your sorrows will turn joy,
And your cry turn smile.
For eternity, never would they last.

The love and aspirations I have for my mom, inspired me to pen down this poem, "Mommy Must Smile".
In Africa, especially my country Liberia, women face huge challenges when it comes to the upbringing of the child. Imagine, through those difficult situations, my mom still stand tall to see to it that I become great.

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Ayouba Toure May 2018

One Africa

People of one clan,
Ought to harass one kind;
From one bloodline.
Looting ones motherland.
Liberty scarce on its land;
Vanished by choas and conflicts.
Segregation conquers its people.

O ye Mama Africa!
Geet you are,
And geet you must.
O people of virtue!
Oneness we are,
And oneness we must.

We ought not quarrel,
For we are one family.
With the heart smiling,
Laying under one duvet;
Yields golden success.

As a Pan-Africanist, who number one priority is to see the United States Of Africa. I decided to write this poem, "One Africa" in order to reaffirm my dream and aspirations in making sure Africa come under one roof.

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Ayouba Toure May 2018

Month Of Purity

Here thy arrive;
For so long we have await thee.
Here comes a new moon:
A moon of bright light;
A moon of redeemer.
Here cometh a new month:
A month of serenity,
Bringing joy unto ye heart;
A month of multiplications,
Where everything doubles;
An era of jubilations,
Thy heart accept no trouble.
Blessed be thy name.
Shutdown the doors of the hell,
Opened the door of the heaven;
And open the windows of harmony.
For peace is unto thy name.

Ramadan is the month Muslims around the world await through out the year. They believe that this month is the more holy than any other month.
As a result, in memory of this great month; I decided to pen down this poem, "The Month Of Purity".

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Ayouba Toure May 2018

Mon Amour

Baby O!
I'm drunk in love,
Bleedin with amour.

Geet you are,
With fragrant breath.
More of paramour,
Looting my heart.
Intoxicated with coquetry .
We ought not quarrel.

Terminating this courtship,
Makes me pensive.
Flowers blossom;
But you blossom more

Stock in my heart,
Never letting you go;
For you're mon amour.
Being guilty of your love,
Detained and prosecuted,
By the state of ecstasy.

People often follow the way of their heart, seeing someone or something you can't exist without. For the sake of my heart desires; I was indeed pushed to the wall to pen down this poem, "Mon Amour".
This poem expressed how glue I'm to my heart desires.

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