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Life Of The African Children
I could remember, vividly
Those days we were younger
During the hamattan
You see our feet, whitish and stronger
Feet that resists the effect of the local pomade..
Until, u might wake up, and find it fade
But, Ah, one thing was clear..
Even infants, those hardly fear..
we run from pathway to pathway to get red sand
We do this all in the name of running errand!
In the raining season,
U see youths,
Going in the rain, with their bags!
To go and climb, like a Gibbon!
To go and steal pears, from someone else's land... ...