I love it
When you look to my eyes and smile.
I love it
When you say you love me.
I love it
When you talk proud of me
I love it
When I know my mum is Mama Africa.
I love it
When in prayers, said I am blessed.
I love it
When I see you beside and assure me.
I love it
When you say “my son, be strong for you are a man.”
I love it
When you say “fear nothing but tremble before God”
I love it
When you say “honesty shall put food on your table.”
I love it
When you say “your days shall be as that of unoro
And your blessings like the Ethiope River”
I love it
When you say “go well; mother waits
Patiently for your return”
I love it
When I see none can replace Mama Africa
But you, whose dwelling is by the Ethiope valley.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem