Son Of The Soil Poem by Oladimeji Hakeem Olayinka

I am the son of the soil
The very black Afrika I am
My color is dark and lovely
It sings with rhythmic melody of beauty
Uniquely gifted, talented and black
Show me my debilitated and frailty
And I will improve beyond imagine

I am the son of the soil
Teach me how to dream about life
And will become extra-ordinary
Teach me character, teach me discipline
And I will become the footprint in history

I am the son of the soil
Give me a set of electronics and soft-wood
And I will build you a flying helicopter
Give me a library with a lot of books
And I will write thousand of poems
Give me a yard of land and a hoe
And I will turn it to a large garden
Full of all sorts of fruit

I am the son of the soil
I have been blessed by my progenitor from the Nile
For her wilderness quenches my spirit
And bring me closer to source of life.