Afriac My Mother Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Africa my mother,
Africa my father,
Africa land of my brothers and
sisters,
Oh my dearest Africa.
Some have called you poor,
some say you are third world,
some say you are a black continent,
Africa my mother,
Africa my father,
Africa land of my brothers and
sisters,
Oh my dearest Africa.
Some have called you poor,
some say you are third world,
some say you are a black continent,
Oh my dearest Africa.
Though your sons and daughters
pioneered civilization,
In architecture and agriculture,
Your sons and daughters taught the
west caligraphy,
that was your pride my sweetheart.
You were adorned in rich apparels,
Leopard skin, lion skin garments,
Today your grandchildren walk
naked,
in the streets of all major cities.
My dearest Africa.
You once walked with pride,
with leaders who thought about
their people,
who held integrity above self
reservations,
The west stole from you this
precious gift.
And left you with a gaping hole in
your heart.
oh my dearest Africa.
Once your fields were green with
plenty,
To feed feel free
Now we beg for a meal,
our rivers have ceased to flow,
because we wanted another life,
not the village life you taught us to
live.
Oh my dearest Africa.
The visitors came through the
ocean,
they threw away our skins,
gave us new clothes, decent,
modest and beautiful.
Now they are bringing back our old
clothes,
only theirs are too tiny,
My dearest mama Africa.
You taught us to bow down to our
elders,
Show compassion to the needy,
Share love even in distressing times,
Mama, today nobody cares,
we walk past each other,
like a dog past a dollar note,
What happened to you mama,
I am told they beat you,
Scourged your beautiful face,
carried your sons for slaves,
Took all your beautiful apparels,
And left you to die in the wilderness,
Sorry my dear mama Africa.
I am proud to be your son,
I live to always be your son,
I will share your agony to the end,
for you taught me to be a proud
African son,
My dearest mama Africa