We are the people, the people of Africa
We are black and proud
We are mighty and strong
We are the giants in the green Sahara;
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dark clouds cover the blue sky
angry wind wangle so wild
men and women dart here and there
like running from a wild beast
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The bells I hear ringing
The yells so near to us
A year’s heading to the dust
Flowers filling the empty floors
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O, see how, many years can make a man,
A very strong man now a weakling
A handsome lad, now a clownish looking fellow.
His coiled black hair now grey like the sky
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WE HAVE GONE TO SCHOOL
We have gone to school
Took the tough path with bravery
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THE WIND SAILED BY YESTERDAY
The wind sailed by yesterday
At twilight ere the night
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Worry not always you being
Worry not of tomorrow and future things
Worry not of what you cannot change
But plan to face them as they come.
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Nothing is easy to start at first
But we all just need to start a thing
Burn our past and move ahead
To new things we dream and want.
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My Africa, my Africa
My Africa is the land of beauty,
The land of plenty primordial heritage
The land of many ancient myths
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Wake up Africa; wake up to this embellished world
Wake up you sons of the Sahara
And see how far the world has sojourned
While you sleep and snore in your tattered hammock.
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Autumn come and autumn go
Spring will come with charmin' glow
Now is time for winter to blow
Feel the cold and see the snow
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Young girls sit and wonder why
This old lady never seem to try
To comb her hair or paint her nails
Or walk the street, on a high heels.
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THE ABORTED CHILD
What crime committed he, child
Who wanted to behold the world
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TO HIS BEAUTIFUL BRIDE
They came from the mountains lands
To this place
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THE AFRICAN WOMAN
blessed are you men amongst these women
who are bestowed gaily looks like gold
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BE HAPPY.
No medicine is as potent as happiness
That cures the heart, soul and body
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CRY NOT BLACK AFRICA
Cry not black Africa, cry not for your sons
Stolen along the swords,
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SUFFERING AND SMILING
Suffering and smiling when will it end?
Our torments by these tyrants
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Obiora Anthony Anigbata is Noteable Professional in the HealthCare sector who is originally from Nigeria but based in Australia. He is a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University Nnewi Campus. And has so many years of experience in the Health field. Although a poet, he is also a scriptwriter, a motivational speaker, a novelist, an author, and has written over 850 poems. He is a member of Toowoomba Bush Poets, in Queensland, Australia and the founder of Poetry Home Magazine. He worked previously at so many hospitals including Bingham University Teaching Hospital Jos, Humanity Hospital Warri, Saint Anthony's Hospital Zakibiam, General Hospital Wukari, Federal Medical Centre Makurdi and at Omega Clinic Warri where he was a HealthCare provider to retirees of SHELL Petroleum Company and the Nigeria National Petroleum Company (NNPC) . As an educationist, he has taught at various levels. He has love for humanity and loves helping people. This has moved him into being a human right activist and a speaker on Right For All Lives. When he is less busy with all his numerous activities, he spends time at the gym getting physically fit or playing indoor games like badminton.)
We Are The People, The People Of Africa.
We are the people, the people of Africa
We are black and proud
We are mighty and strong
We are the giants in the green Sahara;
We are the people, the people of Africa
We have been tested by the sun
Yet our skin still tough
Like the Kilimanjaro mountain;
We are the heirs of a daring hunter
We are the people, the people of Africa
The black men and women
The black kids, who are kind
The shepherds on the sun scotched soil;
We are the people, the people of Africa
Tell the world we are here
Tell the world long we will stay
Tell the world here belong to us;
For we are the people, the people of Africa
The natives of a patterned land
The heirs of a great ancestry
The descendant of a daring warrior;
We are the people, the people of Africa.
Call us this-
The great giants in the ancestral savannah
Call us the dwellers, where the tall mountains
Challenge the blue sky
For we are the people, the people of Africa
life is like a road with bumps, each bump makes you to pause, learn a lesion and continue your journey. No matter the bumps, dont stop, continue moving.
For everythig there is a price. a price for success, a price for greatness. only those who pay the price get the reward