I Love Africa Poem by Gert Strydom

I love Africa
and although the blood
of my forefathers flowed
to stay here
there is no fear in me
even when shots were fired at me during war
as somewhere the signs
of the white is thundered in
as if falling from the sky itself

and although the black comes right through
the red brown sand
en you find it in drums,
indunas dancing with spears around fires
and it pierces right through you,
and wherever you go you find it
and everywhere there are hungry people,
broken by poverty
that prays for rain
while drought makes the desert spread

I still want to stay in my Africa
and after more than three hundred years
even though culture and language
makes a own mark
we are blown with sand by the same wind
and only people,
visitors to this incredible continent
that belongs to all the children
that she brings forth.