WindRush Turmoil - Yasus Afari
Jamaican Poet and entrepreur, Yasus Afari, discovered Wales in 2007 during a tour of Britain to promote his best seller 'Overstanding Rastafari - Jamaica's Gift to the World'. Since then he has taken time to visit Wales most years and has been able to support a range of the projects and activities organised by Learning Links International.
Yasus wrote this poem to be read at the 'Windrush Day' held in Bangor Town Hall in June 2019.
WindRush Turmoil
Like a mighty, rushing wind, they came,
Gushing to the shores, of a heartless-mother,
Britain, “the beloved’’, motherland
Abandoning fears; with blood, sweat and tears
Blindly answering a call, of the colonizers’ land
With bloody streets, paved with gold,
Floodead by Enoch Powell’s Rivers of Blood,
Shouting diss-greeting: No Irish! No Blacks! No dogs!
Used, abused and refused,
Reduced to human refuge
Win or lose; now it’s England’s time to choose,
To pick, choose or refuse, a blessing or a curse…
Tie the money string, throw away the purse.
And as Miss Lou prophecy seh, it’s colonization in reverse
While dem still spiting wi, with man-made hunger and thirst
Soh dem colonization now start fi drive inna reverse
And as wi Aunty Roachie seh; when push cum to shove,
And worse turns to worst
An’ as wus tun tuh wussa
Or even if wussa tun to wussara
Den at least wi caan escape into the future
Even via the Carry-beyond…..to the Immortal Bosom, of Mama Africa,
The Land of The Ancient Future
Now just remember; whatever we choose; whether a blessing or a sin
Reciprocity is here; ready, willing and able to take us all in: Like the Mighty Rushing Wind
By: YASUS AFARI © (P) 2019
