Lawrence Mbata

My Mama Africa

In your misery, all i wished for was a passage into Africa.
I heard them scream 'push', and yes, you did.
You pushed me into Africa, mama.
I felt your joy when you heard me yell.

For your soul, I shall strive;
For your milk did give me life,
and your warmth, am cold no more.
O! Mama, Mama Africa.

Even when your back, i caused much ache;
yet you had me cling so firm.
Cuddled in around your arms, i found a home;
and safe, you made me feel.

When I say I love you,
I know you love me even more.
No wonder that tender flesh is man ...