#africa
“All the times I was scared”
the nights my thoughts grew louder
than the voice of God inside me.
Let’s write about the mornings
I carried hope
like a cracked bowl filled with water,
careful not to lose
what little still remained.
There were days
I feared becoming my own disappointment,
feared looking into the mirror
and meeting a stranger
wearing my face.
I was scared of love too,
because people speak of forever
with temporary hearts.
Scared of failure!
Scared of success!
Scared that one day I’ll be living in memories of others
my dreams would finally arrive
and discover I was still healing.
But wisdom found me quietly.
It said
fear is not proof of weakness!
it is proof that the soul
has seen how fragile life can become.
So I stopped running from fear
and started listening to it.
Every trembling part of me
was only trying to survive
a world that rarely softens its hands.
Now I understand
the brave are not people without fear,
they are people who learned
how to walk with storms
without becoming one.
25/05/26
Ghana 🇬🇭
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 3:33 AM UTC
I was born
where the sun arrives early
and leaves reluctantly,
dragging heat across zinc roofs
like a sentence with no appeal.
In Ghana,
even shadows sweat.
But even shadows dance.
The streets wake before dawn
women tying hunger behind their wrappers,
yet tying dignity there too,
men chasing survival through dust
with laughter still intact,
children polishing dreams
inside torn uniforms,
believing every word of them.
Here !!!
the sun watches everything
and what it sees
would humble a king.
It watches trotro conductors
hang from moving doors,
shouting destinations
like prayers thrown into the wind
and somehow, they always reach somewhere.
It watches the kayayei girls
carry entire marketplaces on their heads,
backs straight as queens,
eyes forward like tomorrow
owes them something.
It watches fishermen return
with tired nets
and hopeful lies for their families
“Tomorrow will be better.”
And the families believe it.
Because in Ghana,
hope is not naivety.
It is strategy.
This country laughs loudly
because it has earned the right.
Between power outages and potholes,
between heartbreak and highlife,
people find rhythm
the way rivers find the sea
without maps,
without permission.
Someone fries kelewele at night,
filling the dark street with warmth.
Someone plays old hiplife
from a cracked speaker
and suddenly, everyone is young again.
Someone falls in love
beside a roadside local bar
and the whole neighbourhood
borrows the joy.
Because Ghana has mastered
the dangerous art
of surviving beautifully
of turning scarcity into ceremony,
of making every ordinary day
feel like something worth remembering.
I come from red soil,
from loud prayers and louder markets,
from a nation where suffering
wears perfume to church
but so does joy.
And joy always stays longer.
And though the sun works overtime here,
the people work harder
turning sweat into hope,
hope into laughter,
laughter into legacy,
and legacy into the reason
the whole world
keeps looking our way.
23/05/26
Ghana 🇬🇭
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:14 AM UTC
Je vous remercie mon Dieu, Père Céleste,
De m’avoir créé tel que je suis.
Je remercie aussi le Poète Bernard Binlin Dadié,
Pour ses œuvres, lesquelles ont fortifié et énergisé
Mon courage et mon âme dans cet univers de pestes.
Le noir est la plus belle des couleurs,
Le blanc est celle qu’on souille avec facilité.
Le noir est la couleur des belles soirées d’été.
Le vent solaire a craché sur la neige blanche.
Il a exposé les péchés mortels et les exactions malhonnêtes
Que les marins envahisseurs ont commis en quête
Des métaux précieux et des terres exotiques.
Regardez, ces agresseurs sont désormais étalés sur la planche.
Ils sont tous morts, ils ont laissé les biens mal acquis et les antiques.
Ils sont maintenant dans les livres que personne ne lira jamais;
Ils sont dans les beaux poèmes que le prolétariat admirera.
Je vous remercie Mon Dieu de m’avoir montré le chemin de la paix,
Et d’avoir tout expliqué à moi qui suis l’enfant d’Ouranos et de Gaïa.
Je n’ai pas peur de dire la Vérité, sur la croix,
Où je me trouve. Je n’ai pas peur de perdre ma foi
Et mon corps, où mille missiles ne peuvent percer mon âme.
J’expose les crimes des infidèles. O bourreaux aux cœurs infâmes!
Je n’ai pas peur de vous dénoncer. Je suis propre devant la nuit,
J’ignore les dangers et la profondeur de vos puits.
Le noir est la couleur des belles soirées d’été,
Et le blanc, celle qu’on tâche avec facilité.
Copyright © Mars 2014, Hébert Logerie. Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 12:20 AM UTC
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
Nakomitunaka ooh, nakomitunaka ooh
I ask myself often a plethora of questions too
Many times, I said to myself: oh no, no, no
Brother Muhammad Ali talked about that also
Black people came from somewhere special
Like everybody else under the celestial
Umbrella. Africa is the Mother of Humanity
Africa is the Mother of all ethnicities
Living in the hoods, villages, cities, states and countries
Forget about the darkness, lightness and the shades
The best cocoa and the coffee beings came from Africa
Just like Humanity was born somewhere in Africa
Do you understand the meaning of that?
Blacks make Whites, but the contrary
Is almost quasi impossible. That's a very fat
Way to answer a myriad of pertinent questions
However, history is littered with lies and deceptions
Historians don't tell the truth for stupid reasons
Many groups want to create superiority and seasons
We all know that's wishy-washy and impossible
With the Wonderful God everything is possible
However. We all follow similar itineraries
Same beginning, ending and even cemeteries
Maybe in different locations and countries, but death
Is death. And we are all of out of vital signs and breath
Nzambe nakomitunaka ooh.I no longer wonder
The World is African. Prove me wrong or in error
Hollywood cannot duplicate such an antique history
Think and imagine the real and truthful story
Mother Africa is watching, listening and won't say a word
Africa is Peace. Africa is Love. Africa is Humanity
Mother Africa is very patient, and Jesus is the Lord
Jesus came from Africa. Jesus is peace. Jesus is unity.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to HUMANITY and all my brothers and sisters.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 9:18 PM UTC
Revolution is a long word that no one should use lightly
A revolution does not take place too often or daily
In 1804, Haiti, formerly the Pearl of the Antilles
Had a major revolution, which was a turning point
In the history of humanity and the entire universe
An independent country was born under gunpoint
So to speak, where African slaves beheaded the trees
Of slavery, to win their freedom and liberty manu militari
The brave slaves had to fight. In 2024, we must be well versed
In my opinion, any subsequent uprising is a movement
To change, improve and refresh a conceivable moment
A revolution does not happen randomly, on a daily basis
Unity can be a force to solidify current political situations
But if the big fish eat and swallow the dwarf pygmy gobies
And the whitebaits nonstop, something has to be done in the oceans
The story of David and Goliath needs to be told. Miracles take place
Sometimes when we least expect it. Aftershocks are smaller quakes
Those possess the same power to destroy. Virginity is lost once, not twice
Successive revolutions are not possible, but the people have the rights
To seek a better life, to demand justice, and to fight to overcome injustice
Misery and poverty. A revolution is the first step towards stability and peace
Revolution is a word that freedom seekers or fighters must not use carelessly
A revolution changes abruptly and decisively the unbalanced course of history
Furthermore, a coup d'état or a coup de force is not the same as a revolution
A coup is simply a minute piece of the puzzle, a small part of an enduring solution
Breaking the egg and returning it to its original form is an impossible task
We can all simper and continue to wear the controversial and sardonic mask.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
Haïti, au gala de ce soir,
Tu seras ma jolie Valentine,
Me petite amie, ma copine,
La Négresse aux beaux yeux noirs.
J’inviterai ta cousine, America.
Elle viendra avec ses amies blondes,
Brunettes, négresses aux fesses rondes,
Sensuelles et ravissantes comme Angélica.
Je danserai avec J’hanne, Flora, Belleza, Sarodj, Maria,
Marine, Gabriela, Marly, Erin, Denise, Riza et Olivia.
Je leur offrirai chaque un magnifique bouquet de fleurs,
Et réciterai des vers pour les charmer et enivrer leurs cœurs.
Il n’y aura pas de mauvais regards à gauche, ni de jalousie,
Où nous célébrerons la paix, la joie, l’humour et l’amour.
Tout passera en beauté, dans la plus parfaite harmonie,
Sauf à la fin de la soirée, les médecins viendront à mon secours.
Nous sommes sous la voûte lunaire pour vivre, laisser vivre et aimer.
La fête de la Saint-Valentin, c’est le prélude des fleurs de mai,
La célébration de toutes les saisons, où les femmes sont en roses,
Les hommes sont en rouge et, où il n’existe pas de cœurs moroses.
Haïti, au festin de ce soir,
Tu seras la plus jolie des fleurs,
L’étincelle qui embellira les miroirs,
Et le vin qui chatouillera les cœurs.
Copyright © Février 14, 2014 Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 9:58 PM UTC
I Am a *****
Je suis un Noir
Yo soy un *****
I am a great *****
In this century
Je suis un grand Noir
Yo soy un gran *****
I am using the “N –Words”
In February
And I’m not afraid to say or do so
We, Black People, have broken the swords
With our robust and powerful backs
I hope that they’ve kept tracks
Of the Negroes’ accomplishments
We’ve vanquished the foes and the elements
I will not stop expressing myself freely
I am telling you as loud as I can
That I am proud to be African
Haitian, Afro-American
West-Indian, Caribbean
I am all of the above
I am a great person
Who enjoys having fun
I am a peaceful black dove
I love my people wholeheartedly
I am expressing myself freely
And convincingly, I am a Man
I am a proud Black Man
I am who I am, I’m who I am
I love to eat and enjoy yam
Mango, jaca, and watermelon
I am a good person
I am a ***** a real ebony Man
I just used the “N-Letter”
Now I feel stronger, louder, prouder
Larger, and obviously better
I am a great *****
Je suis un grand Noir
Yo soy un gran *****
J’aime mon miroir
I love my mirror
Quelle Grandeur!
I love my silhouette
That's a nice epithet.
Copyright© February 2015 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
In America, Black History month is celebrated
In February, the month with the shortest days
Meanwhile in my world, I celebrate year-round, every day
In my heart: Black History. I'm absolutely delighted
To the point of being ridiculously amazed
I'm laughing, giggling. This is taking my breath away
In reality, we need thirteen months to celebrate
Black History. Be mindful that everything started
In Africa. However, I am saying ‘thank you' anyway
There is no need to say obviously more or elaborate
Mankind must be pompously and joyfully celebrated
On a daily basis. There will be no world without Africa
We all must hear the message: Africa is the motherland
Africa is the mother of history. You might not want to stand
With me. Please prove me wrong. Show that you understand
The saga.
Copyright © February 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 12:55 AM UTC
Gambia is the feeling you get when your mother says, “I love you”
And it smells like a ripe mango
That grew from the tree in your aunties backyard
Gambia tastes sweet like fresh kaba and sugarcane
Gambia is sitting on a sheet
And sharing a plate of Benechin with your family
Keeping the door to the compound open
So the stray cat can come in and out as she pleases
And being sure to save a piece of fish just for her
Gambia is walking across the red dirt road to the cornershop
When you’re craving a cup of warm milk tea
Or a piece of tapalapa bread
To split with your cousins
Gambia is throwing stones at palm trees
And learning how to husk coconuts with your siblings
But being very careful not to cut your fingers with the cleaver
Because the man who picks the coconuts hasn't come in weeks
Gambia is the place you never want to say goodbye to
So you squeeeeeze onto every minute you're there
And pray that you’ll come back to visit
Because Gambia is your home, and it's the feeling you get with your mother says,
“I love you.”
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
These words I wrote years ago,
etched from pain, from memory,
from streets that whispered
stories I had yet to live fully.
I come from St Helena,
but Soweto adopted me,
through grief, through pain,
through streets that whisper stories
of loss and survival.
A land of split light,
where grief sleeps in the dust,
and laughter rises above hunger,
where violence and kindness sit side by side,
like strangers sharing a taxi ride.
I was dragged by my hair once,
after dark, after work,
by a desperate hand driven
by nyaope,
a cruel mixture that breeds hunger and fear.
I never hated him—
how can you hate survival?
Yet it was the children who held my heart—
orphans with bright eyes,
growing vegetables, painting, dancing,
playing Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika
on the heavy piano I dragged across oceans,
because they deserved music
as much as anyone.
They called me mama,
though I had no children of my own.
They clung to me when I left,
their tears soaking my clothes—
and mine soaking theirs.
I still hear Mbalienhle whispering,
“hamba kahle, mama,”
as if a blessing could follow me across the world.
The streets were dark and uneven,
fires burned in corners to keep warm,
and shadows moved where I could not see.
I offered to walk one child home,
but she refused, tiny and fearless,
and said instead,
“No, mama Emma… I will walk you to safety.”
Soweto is full of hardship—
blood on the streets,
gunshots at night,
clinics crowded for hours,
where people queue patiently,
handing in guns at the door
as casually as signing their names.
Ubuntu lived in tea, in ice, in care,
in arms that carried me
when whisky made my legs forget their duty.
On a Thursday night,
they dressed me in Zulu beads
and renamed me Nomkhumbulwa—
the one who remembers.
I belonged to them, and they to me.
I witnessed despair,
and I witnessed defiance—
children who refused to succumb
to gangs, to drugs, to fear,
learning, creating, surviving
with hearts larger than the city itself.
Though my life has changed for the better now,
and healing has begun to take root,
the truth remains:
in a place the world calls broken,
I found everything whole.
I found family.
I found love.
I found myself.
And somewhere in the wind, I still hear Neil’s voice,
soft as umoya, whispering I was meant to rise.
And now I return,
to Soweto, to laughter and warmth,
to children, to fires,
to my happy place once more,
where the streets still whisper,
but my heart knows the rhythm of home.
For Neil — who first walked Soweto with me.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 6:11 AM UTC
WHITE WITCHES IN THE WIND
Up the dark and barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers flaming at the tips
Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don the weathered leather
As African hero’s of the past stare
Through windows draped in white chiffon
They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs
Modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
the piano remains covered in velvet
with a white knight trying some stunts
And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage
They twist locks and slit bars
violet suns stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
******* in figures of eight
On a path to the beyond
White witches in the wind
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2003
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
[Poet’s Note : this is a wry autobiographical memory written in traditional pirouette verse viz. 2 quintrains, line 5 & 6 repeat, the ballet toe turnaround. I wanted to write a narrative of a weird syncopated vignette, when I was knitting a pink mohair jersey at the time of my imprisonment. I reduced the narrative to a pirouette. When in prison, one of my interrogators was knitting the EXACT jersey in the exact colour & exact wool ! ie. everything in human life can be reduced to a pirouette, a turn-around dance. ]
knitting a pink jersey
mohair with cables fine
to process flying thoughts
political activist
south africa turmoiled
south africa turmoiled
security police
came with caspirs and cuffs
interrogation chamber
police knit jersey pink
~~~~~~~~~
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
Swathed in golden fleece
white light dancing
cigarette smoke twirls
waters break and gush
bright as the nearby ocean
to say hello to the midwife
preparing the birthing table
A violet spirit comes
birthing through channels and layers
the room becomes vast
souls linger about
radiant and receiving
onto Earth Dimension
task complete
Melancholy sits here too
cradling the unknown
too delicate to hold
waves dance in rain and white wind
ice cold separated by time
here I sit in a District in the South
watching myself being born
And red blood
Flows…
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song +-1980s
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 4:22 AM UTC