Africa.

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Africa, my home, my heritage
As infants, we suckled on your bossom
For nutrients and food
As adults, we lay our tired heads under your wide big branches
As the breeze cools the hard day's work off
And the moonlight shines on generously

Africa, my home, my heritage
As your own, we have made you proud
And you have made us proud
As victims of tragedies (war)
We have sought solace in your arms
And built you over again

Africa my home, my heritage
In this world of tears and confusion
You are the tears gatherer who in the midst of mourning gives reason to smile

Africa my home, my heritage
You are the song of eternal peace
At the sound of your drums and song
Hips sway and head moves to your music

Africa, my home, my heritage
Even in this jumbled up world
We trust that you will find a solution
For in the world of folly and fear
Of division and separation
Of forgetting and abandoning
Of the hunter and the hunted
You are the maker of peace -
The sower of unity
We honour you this day, Africa
And forevermore
With high hopes that you will
bring back glory days

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.