Hurray! African Woman Poem by David N. Munene

I admire the African woman
Her bare foot is rare like Imperial Roman
She has gait classy than peacock’s
Her forehead like a simmering rock’s
She on her head has firewood
But she stills talks to the neighbourhood
On a back a basket of arrow roots
Still from her bust her baby ‘loots’
Love for hubby overwhelms her
Yet religion and God is her star
Without a watch around her hand
Dinner is on time after tilling land
Spirit of hers is unmatched
Gets inspiration from her roof thatched
Juggles ten; drops none
In the eyes of her man,
Always number one
Without reward or even award
Her chores help her focus forward
Honoured to be charming,
Has mastered the art of intriguing
The perfection of beauty
Our source of African unity
Hurray! The African woman
The face of the African Sun