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The Crying Queen of Africa

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Ilya Shambat

Dec 12, 2023, 1:18:24 AM12/12/23
Biography of Leticia Nyerere


The crying queen of Africa!
How long had it been thus?
You, that were queen of Africa,
With face down into dust!

To come from rags, to excellence,
And then brought down again:
Your kindness and intelligence
Shackled with loss and pain!

Passed between many powers
And torn by them to shreds -
They all sought to devour you,
And then they sought you dead -

How could you be so exquisite,
So gentle and so kind,
When you are nearly destitute
And pained in heart and mind?

Surrounded by sorrow,
You kept the light alive -
And on each passing morrow
You rose, and toiled, and strived!

And yet remained benificent,
And generous, and warm,
And looked simply magnificent
Through sunlight and through storm!

And now you’re in the Parliament,
You’ve triumphed over all –
In Tanzanian government
Instilling mind and soul!

Triumphant queen of Africa!
Inspiring to the world!
You are again in Africa -
Now let your voice be heard.


In Africa, in Africa,
On Tanzanian soil,
Was born the queen of Africa
In heat and rain and toil.

The parents taught her from the start
To be ready for life
Be self-sufficient, strong and smart
And when the time arrived

From Africa, from Africa
On double-engine plane
She went - a girl from Africa -
To a great northern land.

She felt lost, but the Russians
Were friendly to her, and
They asked a lot of questions
Till she could understand

That they wanted to know
Her and her world, as such:
And they were giving, though
They said word "nyet" too much.

She met folks from all over
The third and second worlds,
From everywhere and nowhere
Men, women, boys and girls,

She studied many languages
And sciences and arts
Her natural intelligence
Combined with people smarts

Made her a youthful favorite
Within the second world
And she became warm, elegant
And happy as a bird.

Russia's supposed poverty
Was for her giant wealth:
She had possessed no property
But all her needs were met

She studied subjects rigorously
All things to understand
And lived life fully, vigorously,
And gathered many friends.

She gained not only knowledge
But strength and wisdom too
And after going to college
She became dream come true.


To Africa, to Africa
From Russia she arrived.
She went back home to Africa
And started her new life.

In Dar-Es-Salaam she began
A secretarial business
And grew in name and capital -
And still, and nonetheless,

Remained kind, warm and elegant
And pleasant to behold -
And how is this relevant?
Learn once the story's told.

The son of a great president
Nyerere, no one less,
Became her client and he spent
Much money in the press.

And then he asked to marry her
And she said to him, yes.
They married in great ceremony
And all thought they were blessed.


In Africa, in Africa
Nyerere's son and her
Became the talk of Africa
And traveled all the world.

Nyerere loved Leticia
He knew that she was smart
He saw her mind, ambition, and
A girl of his own heart:

And when she had her infant,
Julius she named him.
Two more came out, few years apart -
She still was fit and trim.

She started woman's magazine
That still sells far and wide -
She sought to serve and yet to win:
All that was on her mind -

Beloved in-law she remained,
Africa's jet set queen,
Flying to China, Russia, Spain
And places unforeseen.

And yet the queen was crying
Both outside and within:
The people were not satisfied
No matter what she did,

However much she tried to please
It never was enough.
Oh how could this have come to be?
Why did this happen? How?

She looked outside, folks walking by,
And saw love in their eyes -
Where was the love in her own life?
Why all this darkness? Why?

She tried all things, mistakenly,
And nothing ever worked;
Whatever she gave, was taken, and
Expected of her more

Her mind was cluttered with debris
And arguments and pain;
She never had a day of peace
And so was going insane;

She gave and gave, and strove, and yet
Nobody gave respect;
Despair, guilt, fear and regret
Were screaming in her head;

Nothing would work; nothing was right;
In pain the queen would cry
Whatever she did, still worse it got -
She did not know why.

For thirteen years this went forth -
No matter how she tried,
The agony kept getting worse
And sorrow multiplied:

“Is this my life?” thought crying queen
“This, what life has in store?”
She who began a magazine
And business, and still more?

She wanted peace of heart and thought
To focus on her kids;
She sought to be what she was taught
And to do real deeds;

“Is this my life – entirely –
Is this the end for me?”
Fly, crying queen, across the sea
And then you can be free!

After much agony and fear
At last she did decide
To get her kids and disappear
In middle of the night

Three months before the President died,
Leticia challenged Fates
And took a plane, kids at her side,
To the United States.


From Africa, from Africa
Arrives the fallen queen
Carrying warmth of Africa
Still looking like a dream

But now she must herself survive
And for her kids provide.
She must learn how to stay alive
And keep them at her side.

She works as an accountant;
There’s insufficient pay.
She works then for the government
To serve and to protect.

The children mix with druggies,
She changes neighborhoods
She toils, and cleans, and struggles
Like no one knew she could.

She wakes, four in the morning,
Comes home late at night
And then she works from home
Struggling just to survive

It’s do all this each coming day
Simply to make ends meet,
Or lose everything that she has
And wind up on the streets.

Nobody thinks she is a queen
But she knows: She must strive
To do all for herself and kids
And struggle to survive.

She starts organization
To help Tanzanian kids.
She works on reputation
Mid races, peoples, creeds,

The wolf's maw of survival
Is breathing down her neck -
Thus greet the new arrival
Who's fallen off the track.

Thus treat the fallen beauty?
How far? How long? How true?
Who was the undisputed
Princess, and brilliant too?

Survival, unforgiving,
Is screaming in her face:
Now go and make a living
Or be destroyed, erased -

She answers, I am working,
Now leave my kids alone!
All come, at her heart jerking,
Desiring her undone,

Her mother dies, and when she leaves
For Africa, the friends
And family meet her and kids
And help her understand

How much she’s loved - the President’s wife
Supports her through her grief,
And as though it was her own life
Provides her with relief.

She gets herself a mansion
For her three kids and her.
She gathers the attention
Of people from all over

In Africa she gains respect;
They see she is strong-willed
And while it is a little late
It is accepted still,

And she accepts and she’d forgive
And says that they are great -
And for the people such as these
No, it is not too late!

She says she’s struggled all her life
Whatever she achieved
And every day was more of strife
For as long as she’s lived,

And that when people see one’s strength
And one’s consistency
One can indeed gather respect
From sea to shining sea.

Leticia stays majestic
And giving, strong and smart:
Hard-working and domestic
And with a giving heart

She tends to kids, to work, and
To Tanzanian youth:
An Africa's black orchid
In which resides God's truth.

Momentous consummation!
Her elegance and will
Make for a combination
Like rose or daffodil,

A woman who combines the best
Of the worlds old and new:
Gentle, polite, gorgeously dressed
And free and thoughtful too!

A woman who is feminine
And in her spirit kind,
Cultured, strong and intelligent
And sweet in heart and mind,

Now deep, for all the pain she's seen,
But choosing to make light -
Still looking - being - like a dream
Like no one knew she might -

Great hostess, parent, saleswoman -
Really, she has it all!
And in the darkness, like the sun,
She shines to light the world,

With pain that she has suffered
Growing in empathy,
With truths she has uncovered
Shimmering like a sea,

Hoping to turn her energy
To help the ones in pain,
And use strength and intelligence
To shine like light of day,

With all the things she knows
And all at that she’s become
To make all good things grow
And make them bloom as one.


To Africa, to Africa
Leticia returns
Straight out of America
And uses what she's learned

To make a run for Parliament -
A woman candidate -
There, to improve the government
And humanize the state.

Many attack Leticia
And speak barbaric lies;
Journalists, politicians
Attack and criticize

Choices made of necessity
And choices made of truth
But even these adversities
Don't steer her from her path.

With help of Freeman Mbowe,
Along with Dr. Slaa,
As well as Zitto Kabwe
And much of CHADEMA,

Her brothers and her sisters,
Children, mother in law,
Good friends in Tanzania
And in America,

Leticia triumphs over
The ugliness and lies
And all that is thrown at her
She fully overcomes

And in Tanzania's parliament
Arrives Leticia, now
A member of the government
With faith in her bestowed,

To keep Nyerere's legacy,
To fight for women's rights,
To fund the universities,
Help Tanzanians rise

To knowledge, ability,
Excellence in all fields -
And with new viability
A better country build.

She fights for rights of children,
For growth of every kind,
For building on the givens,
For changing people's minds,

For raising Tanzania
To levels it deserves;
For better life for women;
And for correcting course

Of the entire Africa
Until it too can thrive:
That residents of Africa
Can have a better life;

And uses what she's learned in all
Her travels all around
To implement a better goal:
To make a change profound,

A change that leads to clarity,
Prosperity and peace:
To change people's mentality
Till even a child sees

That they can make a betterment,
That they can grow and thrive,
That they can have good government
And have meaningful lives,

That they can do each other good
And to fulfil their dreams
And lift African continent
To real lasting peace,

To growing prosperity,
Achievement in all fields,
To government transparency,
To covenant that builds

A better life for Africans -
Men, women, children, each -
And make the lives they're dreaming of
Within the people's reach.


Beautiful women of Africa!
Leticia says again:
Do not just seek for equal rights -
Do everything you can!

Make most of your abilities,
Take charge of your own lives,
Apply responsibility
And be again advised:

The world is hard, competitive;
These things you must expect
And all who are humanity
This knowledge must accept -

Do your own best, as much as you
Can muster; and remain
The person that you always knew
You were in your heart; and

Help out each other as you strive
For better, fuller life
So that more women can arrive
To freedom, and survive

As best of what they are; as what
They can and should become -
And all that comes as obstacle
They know to overcome:

You, fine women of Africa!
Your fortune's in your hands!
Use it to better Africa -
And fully understand:

It will take much, but the reward
Is worth the effort made:
When you, just like Letitia did,
Take future in your hands.


In Africa, in Africa
The Tanzanian queen
Does cry no more: Look, Africa
At wonder that you've seen!

Look up, and see what's possible
Example she has shown:
To work through hatred, pain and loss
And all the more to know

And then to strive, informedly,
To live, and do good deeds,
And though you suffer horribly
To be still warm, and sweet,

And giving, and magnificent,
And smart, and all you are -
And erudite, benificent -
Like wave - no, like a star:

Illumining the universe
And shining, through the haze,
With all that's true and, luminous,
Will conquer and amaze:

Will show what is humanity
When it is at its best:
To call the Holy Trinity
And ask Them this request:

Postpone a while the world's end -
Really, we can do well:
To know the truth of heaven
After it's gone through hell

Is to know all the darkness
And using mind and will
Create the gorgeous flowers -
Orchids and daffodils -

And be them, with the sunlight
And liquid light of stars
From morning until twilight
Tau Ceti, Sun and Mars -

To grow, to love, to nurture
And bring the bound-down seed -
The beauty torn and tortured
And bound down by deceit -

Into complete unfoldment
Where all can know and see
And inspiration for all time
Of what mankind can be

And this to give the coming ones:
With this world to inspire:
To have come through the darkness
And shine with holy fire:

And with this fire to make a torch
That beams within the sky:
Illumining each holy church
And every human's eye:

And make them see what's possible
And what can become true
And what is now plausible
Because of those like you.

O crying queen of Africa!
Do not cry any more!
You are again in Africa -
Now let you be adored!
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