I’ve met the Americanah girl
Who speaks using thick African accent
She walks tall, and talks for all
She also has a thing around her neck
I hear it’s a totem from where she comes from
A place where the sun is yellow and halved.

She beautifully adorns her Afro hair
With a mesmerising purple hibiscus
Because of her love for Biafra
For one world, and you in America
I’ve heard her speak too
About the danger of a single story
And why we should all be feminist
I can still hear her paced voice
Ringing aloud in my head
And bouncing around in the world
Where we digest words before food.


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