Professor living on the streets! ! !
Don't you have a house? !
Come to Africa and sleep in my room;
Able to comfort your soul.
Loneliness! ! ! !
Wickedness will never uplift the truth;
Wickedness helps the Devil! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Evil like the Devil;
Come out of the world!
Come to Africa and,
I will giveyou a place to sleep;
Africa my Homeland.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem