Afrika Burns

My mascot/flag I cycle with on my backpack is a red cloth with my poem
Afrika Burns written onto it - I wrote the poem for last year's Afrika
Burn festival
The "burning" implies both the life-challenge and life-passion
inherent to this incredible continent:

Afrika burns

Afrika burns because of the fire in her loins
Afrika burns because of the golden fields of her breasts
Afrika burns because of the oxygen-rich forests of her indigenous heart
Afrika burns because of the merciless drought on her tongue
Afrika burns because of the persistent driving force of her songs

Afrika burns because of the fertile abundance between her hips
Afrika burns because of the shy look in the eyes of her kudus
Afrika burns because of the silent solitariness of her deserts
Afrika burns because of the innocence of the incessant pulsing in her veins
Afrika burns because of the warmer, slower and deeper awareness in her soul

Afrika burns because of the inextinguishable spirit of her people