May I be free or sold ?

 

To my Black Brothers and Sisters,

for whom, everyday is a combat against racial prejudice. Each one of you running from our kingdom, for the quest of freedom, education, fortune. When you stand in front of the ocean, reciting your hoping anthem “Shall I live or die”, you already put yourself in a compound situation. From there, you’re not master of your own destiny. Selling and treating like a merchandise by your own neighbor. I’m starting to believe the worst, even an iPhone is worth than our lives. This morning, I watched a documentary diffusing by CNN, “the Libyan selling black migrants in an auction sale.” This is another turning point in the history, we’re making a new one every generation. We as “black people” always have to fight for acceptance, freedom, education, respect. At the end of the day, we are simply fighting to be recognized as Human. Our ancestor have sadly fight but this is still our reality today. That’s why brothers and sisters, before leaving home; look around you. Look at what you’re leaving behind and answer my questions: from who or what are you running from ? ” Shall I live or die?” > “May I be free or sold?”.

I’m watching you.

I’m watching after you.

 

#Free-Migrants #Libya

 

@etoilesage -Adama Konate

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26

Day and night are yours.

Hours, minutes,seconds make the law.

For my part, I only have my faith; says a wise to Marie.

We have faith only when we believe in it, do you believe in it ?

Monkeys adore dancing to the sounds of the tam-tam.

So let the tam-tam play!ūü•Ā<

One believes, when one sees it)<

belief before perspicacity.<

Believe me, my dear daughter;<

I saw monkeys dancing without a drum.

Silence knows you


Stay awake, well planted on your feet

Be present there, where you are

Look around you

Without putting a name, a state, a speech,

On what you perceive, nearby and in the neighborhood,

See light, shapes, people, colors

Removes error, judgments, odors,

Everything has a taste, and carries a rhyme

Meaning the presence that animates them

Even the object that seems useless

Everything has its interest

Everything has been created

In life, in love or pain

And even if you approach one day

Something that resembles conflicts

Who weighs you, who is heavy

Listen, sense the energy that flows

Even if you can not see it

And that seems ridiculous

Try a little bit

Do you really dive in?

In this strange, this ocean

Who pushes you forward

See what is hidden in detours

This might sound like a desire

A desire for life

Even in the confines of suffering,

The silence knows you

It is not very far from you

You will hear his voice

If you stop a little

Maybe you could see him,

Can be with your eyes

Then you will stay there, well planted on your feet

Look at him.

  • When I took my pen in hand, I had no idea of what to write about. But, I feel like writing something. So, I stayed silent for an hour and a half ruminating. Suddenly, I came with this imagination seeing myself talking to Mr. Silent. He stayed silent as if he knows every words I was going to say. We did not talk at all but we had a really great conversation, I learned from him that by ruminating we permit ourselves to be more open to things and also it is not what you see that count but what you perceive . Nowadays, the majority are people who like/dislike the title of the book without reading it. My poem has also a psychology meaning lol do not worry ”I’m not trying to get into your mind”. Allow silence to do that, trust me he will not say a word. He knows what privacy means, your secret will be safe with him. He is a dumb genius, who uses telepathy to communicate. He and I are good friends now. He gives me ideas, I write it down.

ADAMA KONATE 

The vision of a thinker

The president has fallen, I wonder? 

The earth has become a village

The news spreads in a single click

The life of the president became a film.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye superficial ornament

Disappears under the crackles 

Indiscreet lights and feathers.

They deliver us through the body

Impact and corruptible from the womb

The primitive animal impulses 

Revealing another facet of the President.

Despairing and degrading spectacle 

Of a false image fashioned Into the crowned lie

The court of the president vomits his hypocrisy.

Like a propitiatory victim 

The president is led to purgatory

 Does he call for help in humility, so that his soul may leave the dust? 

From the four corners of the earth 

Flock victims humiliated and flouted Scandal insult in the face of the president adorned with contempt, the chef takes place.

Illusionists and conjurers enter the track to do justice like a play known beforehand 

What happened in this room?

I watched the president appreciate his victory.

 A question crossed my mind 

Since the real victims are elsewhere. 

Is not the president’s wife the most to be pitied?¬†

Behold the affliction of the sons of righteousness. 

It is greater the affliction that affects the daughters of the republic. 

Proud governor, you have endangered your dwelling because you have chosen the devil’s share.


‚ÄĘ Last night, I stayed awake writing this poem. Recent events makes me cogitate a lot.

”To the Freedom of Speech.”


ADAMA KONATE

IF LIFE IS A DREAM


If life is a dream

Why torture me?

I can get drunk without remorse

And if I come to stagger

I will fall asleep under the porch of my home

When I wake up a bird sings among the flowers.

I ask him what day we are.

He answers: in the spring,

The season when the bird sings!

I feel strangely moved

And ready to blow me out.

But I return to drink

And I sing all day long

Until the evening moon appears.

And when my songs are silent

I am no longer conscious of what surrounds me.

Tears

The sea at the edge of the eyelashes; 

Ravishing your eyes with a shade of bitterness; 

Thought that overflows the vase of your sadness; 

One drop falls; ‘; 

Sliding along your cheek and slipping between your lips. 

Bitter salt; 

Like the pain that gnaws at you. 

Then another; ‘; 

This one is also salted. 

Then two others; ‘; ‘

An ocean around you; 

You swim;

 In fear ; 

 Alone ; 

You float then you run;

 Slowly ; 

You are drowning; 

You die ; 

By being always so alive; 

You disappeared ; 

But I see you; 

You are sinking; 

In the air ; 

It’s finish ; 

At the bottom of the ocean ; 

You fled.


ADAMA KONATE

√Ē Sky , √Ē infinite

√Ē Sky , √Ē infinite

Under your vault, color azure

I look at you and reassure me,

Of all my tones, sometimes obscure

Not a flash, not even a wound

Do not take me away from your sphere, from your pure web

I look at you, you look at me

And all is said, in the silence of my soul

Opens up a little more,

Every day, every life

Your huge sheet of snow

Blue or gray satin

And even if our eyes

Attach more to clouds

Take them always

A bit higher

A little further

Let them not stop at mirages.

The sun is there, behind, at its anchorage

He waits his turn, peaceful and wise

Let the page be turned to him,

So proud, happy just like a God

He points his crown

And shines with all its lights

And in its light

Majestic beauty

I find my heart

My warmth, my truth.

√Ē Sky,

√Ē Infinite!


ADAMA KONATE 

Road

Somewhere in the world,

A person seeks his way,

In the confines of despair without any idea,

He finds the path of an endless bitterness.

Sadly affected with the evil ideas which follow him,

Obligate to discover an unhappy loneliness,

While crossing its drunken territories,

Appear some painful emotions.

Holding his dreams,

Not showing any emotion,

A blinding force traces its way,

On an immaculate road,

There is a thirst for freedom,

Who only absorbs the goodness of humanity,

Give courage to these orphaned crossroads of gaiety,

Clings to his green dream a road full of mist.


ADAMA KONATE

Confidence of an Immortal Part.2

I consent boastful that you can look at me,
However, it is utopian to keep me.

Do not wait for me in the pitfalls of the turns,

My path is right and devoid of torment.

Do not multiply me by penalties on tortures,

I am an absorbing element of nature.

You will deprive me of walking and studying,

But never to advance, to know and to pray.

You can cut short my health and gas,

But never to my influence and existence.

I do not underestimate your fortress,

I admit that you are as hard as my weakness

As long as you have divorced with pity

To preach the idolatry of enmity.

You have tried in vain to promote the indigestible,

I remain flexible, clairvoyant and modest.

Speak to me I remain an eloquent mute.

Visit my ego, discover a conscious madman.

Wolves follow your animosity,

The world melts, so you sell your fraternity.

Take back your conscience, do not kill the immortal,

Who speaks to you is not a man as such.

Intimate antagonist; Do not persist,

It is high time to get rid of the wrong steps.

You have made yourself ladder of the poor subordinates,

Let them climb, do not make them look dull,

Do not block your stifled voices

Of those in boiling oil are heated.

Be sagacious and perspicacious to find that:

Humanism will only cost you altruism.

Wildness is woven with selfishness.

Submission to the law is a precious gift.

Honor and glory crown pardon.

With amenity one can be tamed

Thus will occur the expected unity.

As for my ancestors whose life you shortened,

I have made a clean sweep of every crime committed.

I forgave you.


ADAMA KONATE

Confidence of an Immortal #P.1

I want to shout out loud to the deaf voluntarily

Whoever refuses to listen to me wants to be silent.

This explosive defuses the boy.

Who makes war his beloved ornament.

This ax hurts the obstinate heart

All enchanted to see my person mined.

This extinguisher calms the inflamed spirits

Pretended to injure my lame reputation.

You! Waterproof core, hive without door;

How dare you to swell like that?

For a long time you have been ecstatic with my sobs,

Your blows assail me in my retreat on the island.

My tears drove you like a picturesque fall,

Nevertheless, my Lord liquefies your soldiery.

Your wickedness amplifies my love,

Your ferocity stimulates my affection,

Far from inciting me to reactions of violence,

Your eccentricities rinse my tolerance.

You made my patrimony your medal

And I have always ignored reprisals.

You strut in the sumptuous castles

Whose pillars are we; Beggar with unctuous hearts.

If you knew who hoisted you on this great throne,

You would become a good woman and I would be your patron.

In spite of the hymn on the theft of my due,

My silence keeps you constantly hanging.

Reason duly, do not do the seraph *!

Know that your hegemony is not endless.

(Is it that)

The sky gave me full freedom

Allow me to face you with pride.

You hate me, I agree with my colleague,

But your limits on me are very clear;

Take away my eyes, my soul will see thee,

And he will set you up as he pleases.

Undoubtedly, it is your rights to see me,

Yet you are not likely to have me.

ADAMA KONATE