Treasure Island

Emmanuel Odum

(15 April / Nigeria)

My Africa


My Africa,
a monument from God
his archi-tectural piece
on pillers of golden block
built in shapely ease
the scape of my Africa

My Africa,
tended by the seas
her tender loving green
with oceans like the breeze
all living to the brim
sweet bio, my Africa

My Africa,
you bear the geniune black
her wide and curly hair
new love you never lack
at every step you dare
you're outstanding, my Africa.

Submitted: Friday, February 08, 2008

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  • Kallie Cunningham (2/13/2008 7:12:00 PM)

    This is very good i also share a love for Africa although i've never been there i will be visiting in the near future. God Bless You! !
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