Cultural Portrait: Abidjan, Ivory Coast

As I woke up, and studied the scene in
Front of my eyes, I suddenly figured :
 
Mother Earth has painted some marvelous
Landscapes, but none compare to the sunny
Country of Ivory Coast and its past.
 
A sight so heart-rending yet so splendid.
Like a clear diamond, the ebony skins
And the white hearts are the reflection of
My heart who fled from traditions, back to
My true home here in the Ivory Coast.
 
The beauty of the grey dim morning light,
Accompanied by a long line of cars
From the beeline of the steady lagoon,
To the horizon of the high ocean.
The lavish sunset who lovingly claims
The African heart, who fastly alarms
The citizens they need to head home now,
Who induces sailors, to navigate
Its body of water so soothingly.  to worry for
The water will always guide you home
Happily, Merely, and Blissfully.
 
Rows of greenery, chains of tall trees,
Coconuts falling and a radiant
Sun embracing the golden matte tans.
From North, East, and South, their weak feet appear !
 
A small point on the globe, unrecognized.
A small point, one who takes up most of the
Space in my heart. That small and poor, cramped point,
I find it the most beautiful of points! 

Marine Hyjazi

Hometown, Abidjan