And This Is My Africa Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

How would life be without night
How could sleep see without the quiet sun of night
Without a night I say
Sweet dreams would tell no complete tale.
Ask the stars up the sky
How they earned their eternal glory
You will come to accept
There is beauty in a black sky.
We've seen it with the fireflies
We've seen it with the city lamps
We heard it in the cricket's rhymes
Night is black
Black is night.

There is no day without a night
No profound rest without a night
Her face may be dim or dark
But not as gloom as the heart of men
Full of greed and jealousy
Leaving the poor to poverty.

If night was truly evil
Could man ever have a sleep
without a menace of nightmare?
Oh no night is fare
To some night is fear
But does offer love birds
A romantic atmosphere.

Though night may look bleak
But every cloud has a silver lining
A sure hope between the devil
and the deep blue sea.
There is a seed in a barren earth
If you can rear faith to water it
At last you will come to admit;
There is life in a buried seed.
Seed in a hole dark and deep
Soon untold the sun it peeps.

Night is black black is night
Her history of pains
Made her strong and tough
Up to the blood in her vein.
This is the fate of our somber soil
Where green and leaves toil
To feed our insatiable nostrils,
And quench the fire of our belly.

Night is black
black is night
The black beauty of queen Idia
The glow of her glossy skin,
This is the beauty of my mother
And this is my Africa.