I met my lov’r on the day I was born;
I admir’d her splendid beautiful face;
she dress’d in expensive cosmetics
all over her gold’n body, and I said:
O Africa, you’re beautiful to the brim;
your illuminating night on my skin
wickles like diamonds and gold,
your eyes in the sky make my skin
thick’r like savannah leath’r
than the spring, winter and autumn of Europe.
O African, you’re the true home of all creatures!
I love this one a lot Eche. I can just see it as you tell it. So beautiful the was you paint the picture like the artist you are. It makes me feel good that you experience this. Jim Troy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ooh great