Season Africa - Poem by Ibrahim Oba
Africa! my home..
The sole of peace
Your brothers are now your fathers
Your sisters are now your mothers
Your mild wind is becoming hot
Your silence is now becoming scanty
Your leaders are just like your seasons
The raining and the summer interchanges
Yet! many terminating roles
Your resources are now your leaders sources
Africa! if the raining season comes...
Try to debar them out
Never let them linger
Let thunder strike them
And wash them across river niger and river beneu
In the west and all it province
You are the wealthiest
Call your loyal children and talk to fill their heart
Africa, you are the giant
Call your children...
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