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I am the son of Afrika
Tall, dark and fearless
I am well baked by the African sun
Nourished by the fruits mother nature
Inhaling the aroma of the sweet winds of Africa
Colourful skies shelter my curl peach black hair
I belong in this house.
I match, I withstand, I love, I care
I wish not to be planted as where
For my roots drinks the rivers of fertile soil
My limbs forever moistured by the unacidic rain and blazing warmth
Wars and porverty are winds and thunder storms of nature
we shall notbe shaken nor struckened
for the soil we walk upon is our...