Optimism Poem by Oluwatosin Olaoye

I know now the world clothed to mourn,
For her beauty seems to burn,
But this' just a fate for her to face
As her path to glorious phase.
Never should she fall and faze,
Nd allow break her flower vase,
That will turn her glory shame,
Nd her wing to fly again tame.

Tell the world now to rejoice,
Yea! T'moro sings in triumphant voice,
Tho today blurred in much pains,
T'moro promises brighter gains.
Land is today dry and her honey Feign,
But if no retreat, she'll t'moro reign.


Tell Africa's giant nation to no more weep,
On the way are her joys to leap.
Beseech Africa most black populace to trust!
Sure! Her hope of milk like before may've been lost,
Nd her economy presently scares hard,
But I foresee boom will soon be heard.
Resources all but today gloomy,
T'moro all certainly will be loamy.

Yeah! Mother of Africa all your fear lay to rest,
Brace up, readily await abundant harvest.
Nd no not again any more reed,
Put up working faith like a mustard seed,
Nd soon far from your gray,
Your beauty again shall surely slay!