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Analysis of The Continent That Lies Within Us by Abioseh Nicol

The Continent That Lies Within Us otherwise called The Meaning Of Africa is a poem written by Abioseh Nicol, a Sierra Leonean poet. Africa is personified in the first verse of the poem leaving Abioseh Nicol with the opportunity to confess to Africa as if a Catholic confessing to a Reverend Father. The poet told Africa that he now got a perfect picture of her. He also confessed he had now realized that the freedom he naively seek for her in the far oversea, the continent already had it more abundant.

Similar to the poem "Dry Your Tears Africa" by Bernard Daddie, Abioseh Nicol also exhausted the whole second stanza of the poem listing the abundant blessings his brain could contain about Africa [the poem will be seen below_ at the end of this article]

According to the poet, every human being is from Africa. When a person visits Africa and strolls the African bushes, one will reunite his/her ancestral spirits. Not only that, the names of African cities, as said by the poet, typified freedom: "Whose very names hold promise_/
Dakar, Bathurst, Cotonou,/ Lagos, Accra, and Bissau;/ Monrovia, Freetown, Libreville,/ Freedom is really in the mind."

"Happiness, contentment, fulfilment,
And a small bird singing on a mango tree" are the true meaning of Africa.

Poetry Quote of Aqua Laluah

This is one among the evergreen odes crafted by an African poet. The poem exposed the gifted city of Freetown with fair imageries.

"This is my gem!’ God whispered, ‘this shall be
To me a jewel in blue turquoise set.’"

According to the quote above, God called you his gem and pronounced that you live undisturbed till eternity. He then surrounded you with the couching lion-like hills that silently watch over you.

The poem Freetown by Acquah Laluah is a 16-line rhyming poem beautified with repetition of words such as "God", "Freetown", "jet", "Small", "Silent", "He", etc.

The poem, in a prose form, goes thus: Freetown, God gave you a mere soil yet a very rich sea full of small bays with blues that sleep amidst the jet black stones, those "jet rocks, filled from the Atlantic deep". Then God gave you we messengers of songs. Afterwards, in your soil, He made palm trees and tall grasses.
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