Africa i owe you
i owe you the coins of respect
that i loan on the day
that i sought the being
which you gave that i used to born
in the midst of fertile soil
where the merriment of the day sleep
i love you africa
for i born in africa
i live as an african
why i can't proud of africa?
if it is insult would make proud of you
if it is death would take bath of my day
i would take you to lawn
where you be planted and harvested
on the day of my melancholy
i am black of black colour
i am coal of african mine
i am bottom of african pot
i am cloud of rainy day
i am night of summer season
i am hair of my head
africa you are honey
you are great,you are fun
you are good
you are favour
you are flavour
you are land grows integrity
you are pond nurse fish of dignity
land of proud
i am not that bastard
who dressed you in the rag of shame
your taste is real
your taste is good
i will never be that man
who planted you with colour of cleaningless
oh! africa i love you