The African Child Lives On Poem by Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu

Who could have ever predicted this?
Who could have thought about this?
If they were told, they would never reckon it,
They really thought it was the end,
They never knew he would still exist today

Have you ever heard the tales of the African child?
His ordeals and how he suffered from several diseases,
How thousands of African children died of malaria,
How millions of African children died of malnutrition,
How much more died of hunger and starvation many centuries back

I was not there but my grand father told me,
The white-men, they all ran away from us,
They thought the African child was cursed,
They thought he would never make it this far,
They saw nothing good about him, his land and his people,
They abandoned him to die,
He was left at the mercy of death





But they were wrong, very wrong! ! !
Amidst the hunger, with the malaria still ranging on and on,
The African child still breaths,
He never died, he fought to live,
Just like his father and the fathers before him,
He was taught that life is nothing but one big fight,
He learn to survive and live without food and water,
He saw a hard part of life

But now…… look at him,
Better than he was many centuries back,
He survived only with some air in his lungs and some hopes in his eyes,
The hope of a batter tomorrow,
The hope that he would be better than his fathers,
The hope of making Africa his fatherland great someday,
The hope that one day the world will see something good about Africa,
The hope that someday he would prove to the world that humanity and civilization began here in Africa his fatherland

Yes! ! Yes! ! He lives on and on,
Out of nothing he is becoming something,
From the dreg he is rising,
From the world rejected and abandoned by the white-men, he is building an empire,




Yes! ! His children will see a better world,
A world different from his fathers,
A world he is building from his very sweat,
The sweat of his work,
The work of his slavery,
The slavery of his fathers

Oh! ! Here he rise the African child! ! !
The mother earth have potted him all these centuries long past,
Nature have choose for her self who will survive and who will not,
Really the law of nature has favored him,

Rejoice! ! ! ! Mama Africa for your child lives on,
Laugh aloud and be happy for his breath still,
Mama! ! Your child made it,
Look! ! ! Here he grows! ! Amidst weak and faded world,
Weep no more mama for your child lives on,
Yes! ! After the rain, here comes the sun shine,
The African child will climb and astonish the world,
Really the African child lives on and on! ! !