You are the lion,
Roaring fiercely in the jungle,
You're the eagle,
Flying upon the earth,
A fish that survived,
The hardship of cold in the sea.
Many were born at the time,
Few - unpraised heroes,
Your words are light into my path
In wisdom like Athena,
That Head honours.
Thin to thick,
You produced I,
From your famish I am satiated,
In nothing I'm fed,
From dust, you made me - gold:
Master in Solomon palace,
Yet I cannot count,
When you remarried your bed in yearn.
You are but strength,
Replaced life for life,
Under your wings I've learnt life
Shinning as morning sun.
Indeed, you are -
Yeye omo.
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Mother of Africa, I hail you....