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'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light,
The sciences were sucklings at thy breast;
When all the world was young in pregnant night
Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best.
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt
Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies,
Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt.
Corpses are scattered through a paradise.
He lies near to death
Dying in the dust
Broken and forgot.
A photograph appeared on the cover of TIME magazine in 1994...a malnourished dying child trying to crawl to a UN aid post a kilometer away...watched over by a vulture just waiting for the child to die...
Kevin Carter zoomed his camera lens, that day in’94,
From the west
Clouds come hurrying with the wind
Here and there
to spend time
It’s the Africa in me
that loves the forest in which I wake,
that sees and hears its fauna and flora and revels in their names.
I was born in Africa
In the war and poverty
I love Africa my country
I will save Africa.
All about Mama Africa! ! Muse of motherland! The continent called Africa! ! ! ! ! Full of countries! Cultures, traditions and languages;
Faces, phases! Place to be in Africa! Home of the lion, zebra and the giraffe! Vegetations to attract you in! ! ! ! All about Africa;
Africa, Our Africa
Africa of Green and Black, of colors in between
Africa of people, of love and light, from within
Africa Africa Africa!
Oh the once mighty and heroic Africa
Why has thou grown so cold?
Why has thou remained thus numb?
Africa! ! !
55 Countries in Africa;
Welcome to Africa,
Mamaa! Mamaa! !
Mama Africa my Homeland;
Pot of love,
Dot with life!
Spot of peace,
Hot like the sun;
One of the last (if not the last) of Africa's
tallest trees has fallen
Yes, Kofi Anan breathes no more
Death has stolen one of the last true sons of the soil
But i believe in the truth;
Faith and hope,
Am African by birth and my ancestors blessed the soil beneath my feet with purity and spirituality, nothing is useless in my land; the leaves and roots are my herbs of miracle and healing.
Africa my Africa, my jungle of pure love and serenity. Please hold on before you take that step, don't always believe the negativity you hear about Africa. Take a walk with me through the hill side of my land and the good land filled with pure emotion.
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