They call it the Dark Continent
And with pride it smiles
Relishing the fragrance of the compliment
And swimming in the ocean of its own style.
A continent of people with intellect
Dynamic people with strong will power
Whose touch on many life’s reflects
The gratitude of its effect forever.
Where are the developed nations?
Without the dark torch-bearers
Whose skills leave the world in admiration
And give nations the nickname, ’ super powers’.
Oh! Africa, do smile
Cos the power of Africans this poem illustrates
For It is indeed worthwhile
To be labeled the darkness that illuminates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful piece on Africa with lovely lines, such as ' They call it the Dark Continent / And with pride it smiles / Relishing the fragrance of the compliment / And swimming in the ocean of its own style...'