Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Tribute to Maya Angelou

I've not been updating as frequently as I should.  Scouring through my unfinished scribblings, I came across a tribute to Maya Angelou and deem it fitting to post here on my blog......


Reading “I know Why the Caged Bird Sings” was a revelation to me and further solidified my love of reading, but - this author was someone special, in the UK I had grown up with Buchi Emcheta, but this woman Maya Angelou was raw, fresh and real.
I can honestly say that I read all her autobiographic materials, and loved every one.  For the last book she published, I was in the audience at the flagship Barnes & Noble at 14th Street and bought two copies of her book Mom & Me & Mom, hoping to have her sign both, but the crowd and the volume of frustrated fans wanting to get next to her was just too much for me so I decided I’d send one copy away for her to sign….I never did, but not having her signature in a book pales in comparison to knowing that she’s gone.  No longer will I see that smooth yet weather beaten face or those huge sunglasses she’d taken to wearing in later years, there’s a lump in my throat and an ache in my heart.   
“Aunty Maya” was so many things to so many people.  Dining with princesses, presidents and kings, she kept it real and through her writing became a friend to those who never even ‘knew’ her.  Her writing was more than inspirational, her quotations became the code by which to live a fulfilled life.  An avid civil rights activist – she fought injustice wherever she found it and showed the way for countless young girls struggling with unprettiness.  Maya was an amazon among midgets, she blazed trails where ever she went, fearless in kicking down doors and forcing recognition of her talents.  An accomplished journalist, broadcaster, dancer, singer and actress Maya did it all.  Living life to the fullest she travelled the world and realized that we are all one, no matter where we come from – we are all Africans.  Aunty Maya, I’m not ready to let you go and I shan’t - not just yet, I’m vowing to re-read your works (especially the autobiographies) and crying as I will no doubt cry when my mother passes, coz that’s how much I rate you.
Condolences to her family – a Great Woman Passed this Way!
 
by Maya Angelou   http://w.sharethis.com/images/check-small.png


The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
 But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
 The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.