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Ayouba Toure Jul 2018
The peak of Ducor Hill, I stand;
A nation full of prosperity, I see.
On top of Mount Nimba, I stand;
A nation of great people, I see.
Further as I seek,
Verily; a nation of possibilities, I see.
Last night when I dreamt,
A nation full of greatness; I see.
Liberia, indeed a nation of peace.
In the sky when I looked,
A nation above all nations; I see.
As I seek to see;
I see:
A nation of eternal harmony and stability;
A nation with abundant natural resources;
A nation with abundant human resource.
Finally; a nation full of light; I see.
Surely; a new Liberia I envision.
The love and aspirations I have for my motherland is zillion times the love I have for my spouse. I do believe that one day my motherland will rapidly elevate from mess to best. In West Africa, a country Liberia will be
Ayouba Toure Jun 2018
Dear Blanc,
For too long we hath suffered,
For too long we are contented with slavery,
For too long we seek quench of freedom;
For total emancipation is our need.
Indeed we thirst for liberation,
For our resources ye exploite;
Our young girls ye assault.
Did you really manumitted our ancestors? Exactly what my heart ask my mind always.
Could you now let us go?
It's about time that those colonial gurus liberate us Africans. This message is a letter of total emancipation. Surely Africa deserves better. We need to drive our own destiny.
Ayouba Toure Jun 2018
Continuity we embrace not,
For change; we voted.
Expectations raised to the sky,
Hoping tears dry off our eyes;
Ought heaven exists on earth,
With our ablaze fire alter ice.

Our illnesses; we hunt for immune,
Our poorness;
Messiah we seek to inoculate.
With idle promises; ye woo us.
Thought struggle has ended;
In the cause of all.
For our problems;
Ye are cognizant.
Bad governance, ye feed us;
Expectations pull beneath the dust;
As animals, ye treat us;
Our aspirations ye brutal.
©Toure
Africa's masses always vote for change, for they want a better leader. But on the contrary, the change become more frustrating than the continuity.
Ayouba Toure Jun 2018
Judges instead;
Georges they have.
Equal rights and justice,
Yet injustices ruined the day;
For justices we need to pay.

Justice:
An overflow for the wealthy,
A hopeless wish for the poor;
For the affluent, an everlasting quench;
Eternal hunger for the poor.
Africa:
No money, justice is buried;
No status, freedom is lavished.
Equality, abomination for the poor;
Justice, everlasting quench for the rich.

Blindfolded by:
"Let justice be done to all";
Yet justice is done to some.
Democracy or Oligarchy,
Elitism or Democracy;
Answer yet to come.

To all, let justice be done
Thy prevail justice not,
Beneath the beneath;
Our fate till eternity.
From where I came from, Justice is not for the poor. In Africa, the rich commit suicide and walk with impunity.
Verily, we need justice for all
Ayouba Toure May 2018
Since rock of ages,
Our roots you slay;
Treating us like slaves.
Is it for our race,
We hath been lace?

Our color thy trace,
Grouping us in a place;
A place of discomfort.
Seeking for peace,
Hiding our beautiful faces;
For we have not a space.

Going everyday wave,
Ought we there have;
The vigour to save.
O ye people of black race!
Weep not of the past,
For one day we will be grace;
And this adversity will be dave.
The genesis of Africa started with slavery and yet we are engulfed by slavery. Africans are always assaulted on the average globally. It's about time we be our own
Ayouba Toure May 2018
When my stomach growls;
Body,
       Mind,
               & Soul grumble.
With hunger; my body yawn,
As my stomach growls.
To the ear; salutation my lips send.
To the neck; warm hug my cheeks give.
Pandiculation conquers my soul;
Artery convey no blood.
When my stomach growls,
Conscious, thoughts & emotions;
My worst taboos.
When my stomach growls,
My body; woo malfunction.
In Africa; we liveth in abject poverty. Bulk of the Africans sleep hungry. The optimism of getting a better and fruitful Africa, prompted me to pen this down, "Growl Stomach".
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.
Ayouba Toure May 2018
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.
Ayouba Toure May 2018
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.
Ayouba Toure May 2018
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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