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Sons of My Shore, Celebrating Fathers and Sons of the Motherland.
You see Son, I watched you all along as you carried your heart on your back
So when you climbed that hill and parted those forestry nights
Your fears could not reach your proud chest
I watched you conquer that hill
and instead of falling, you deepened the creative footprints of resilience, and won
And alas, dear Son!
You strive now only to outdo yourself!
For at any given moment
You are your best self
Whatever you are building, you will inhabit it
Whatever you are planting, you will reap its fruits
I pray that you will not be wasted in a strange land
And that you will rejoice over your bountiful harvests
-Son of My Shore: Mama Afrika’s Prayer to Black Men is Malena Amusa’s first published book