My Africa, my Africa
My Africa is the land of beauty,
The land of plenty primordial heritage
The land of many ancient myths
Shaped by the true touch of nature
My Africa the fertile womb which feeds the world;
Of precious sceneries,
Of mighty warriors and belles
Of creative and innovative hunters
Of great farmers and fishermen,
Of tale tellers
Who are either born, born black or brown.
My Africa, the glittery green land
Where many minerals are lavished
Under the capacious belly of the earth.
The mountainous lands,
Of brave and unbeatable gaints.
The low-land, travelled by long rivers;
The land where even the beautiful butterflies
Appreciates her malachiteric beauty.
My Africa is the land of my birth
The land of myths,
The land of my people,
The land where people are either born,
Either born black or brown
This is my Africa, the land of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem