Am an African boy,
Where culture is like water
Drunk by every human being.
Where judgment is like a mirror,
Showing People as they are.
The place where beauty is like
A priceless pride.
Am an African boy,
Where the youth serve
Their fathers'-land as the second skin.
The place where a child
Is a doppelganger of his father.
Am an African boy,
Where the doomsayer is dying
And soothsayers are on their toes.
Am an African boy,
Where strength and boldness is like
Stone in the ocean.
Where wealth and health is like
The sand of the beach.
Am an African boy,
The place where work has become
The blood and veins.
Am proud to be an African.
Oh!
I love Africa.
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