Life,
Birth,
Out of the womb of my mother;
Born in Africa,
Here on earth,
With my muse presented to the World.
Read on! !
Read along,
Stead, tead, tread, thread, head, lead!
Ahead;
Growing up in Africa,
With the muse of Mama Africa.
Born in Poverty,
Growing up to meet the World;
Free mind!
My mind;
To see the ways of life around me.
Tree, see, free!
To agree to nature;
Learning from the bee,
Freedom! ! !
Like the wind that blows around me;
Blowing all along!
Able to teach you over there as well.
Mama Africa!
Growing up in Africa;
My identity,
My home,
Africa! ! ! !
Home sweet Home.
A poet with waves of thoughts flooding his Musing mind. Mere thoughts, mere words, phrases, rare a complete line, and still conveying a lot as often as leaving you scratching head, that is Edward Kofi Louis rushing ahead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the wind that blows around me. 📚🇬🇭🌍🤗 Thanks for your commet on my poem. Stay blessed always.