Sahara Desert
Africa oh! Africa, lays the Sahara the ocean of
desert, fading like a roaring Leon in the meadow of
pasture green spheres upon the shoulder of the fertile
land
wild as the weird wild creature passionately slow
and capture the vast splendid horizon of beautiful
scenery of forested and mountainous valley of
paradise of the East, welcome the canoe of the raging
speed of wind behind the curtail of trouble sky, have
conceived the Sahara Desert
come capture the eye that made to follow the wind
invades like Spartan in the City of Greece, nourish and
emptied the rich nutrient aging plateau of wealth and
leave no mercy beyond filter of imagination
you have come in a thousand enduring beauty
surfing the blue space open skies, where a decades of
envy and thirst lips comes the paramount surprise of
wilderness ghetto of dazzling sand and a zooming wind
to kiss the ground of survival and surpass the burden of
destruction
oh! paramount phenomenon of creation, hide not
the color of your dominion and relinquish the burden
that makes the world crazy, neither the wind laugh as
you blew, nor does the water soak the thirsting body of
unwanted Lilies in the pond
come and let the Lotus of Thailand, spoil the dry land
and pray for the rain to come.....
' a poem dedicated to the Great Green Wall of Africa '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Harmattan
Sahara desert is coming with its dry wind
Dry wind that desiccates the skin
See it come with its cold wind
Cold wind that makes oil sleep in tin
It comes to dry the lips
To force the lips to tear
Then the tongue licks the lips
To reduce its burden to bear
Sahara desert is here with its moistless wind
Our fields are loosing its fresh foliage
Our moist soil is now arid and drained
It makes all things look its old age
The young wrinkles like the old
And their future old nature unfold
poem by YoungBen Ulebor
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Lorenzo
Once upon a time I made a lion roar -
He was sleeping in the sunbeams on the old zoo floor.
I had gone to see the park where my papa used to play,
Its called called villa borghese and its on the way
To east africa.
Down on grand comoro island, where I grew past four,
I could swim and fish and snorkel on the ocean floor,
And the wind laughed, and the wind laughed through the trees as if to say,
Heres a child wholl want the world to go his way
In east africa, in east africa.
Suddenly for me the world turned upside down -
Far from my friends the lions and the dolphins came this awful sound.
Dark shadows, sounds of thunder raging over me,
Came this monster called a-dre-no-leu-ko-dys-tro-phy
Wheres my east africa?
Well they said, they said, they said (the ones who know it all)
They said from now on for you there will be no more standing tall,
So I took my parents hands, I lifted my head to say
Ill just have to be a hero, theres no other way!
Back to east africa
Back to east africa
Back to east africa
Come with me Im going back, going back to east africa.
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Oh Africa my Africa
Oh Africa my Africa land of diamonds. Oh africa my Africa land of great kings Shaka, Haile Silasi, mandela to name a few. Oh mother Africa my Africa rich in gold.oh Africa my africa full of beautful women. Yes africa my africa land of real nature.
poem by George mwandu
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The Dust Of Africa
The dust of Africa,
Born into the mist of a dusty atmosphere;
What does the future hold for us?
Oh Africa! Oh Africa! ! Oh Africa! ! !
The misty mix of a Black Continent;
From the desert up there to the south,
The wind blows the natural air to all mankind.
On this earth,
We Africans are mixed with a dusty air!
The dust of Africa,
Have you seen it in Libya, Tunisia, Egypt and Morocco?
The dust of Africa,
What about Algeria, Western Sahara and Mauritania?
The dust of Africa,
Do visit Mali, Niger, Chad, Sudan, Eritrea and Ethiopia;
Also, down south to Namibia!
The misty mix of a Black Continent;
Oh Africa! The dust of Africa! !
To the outstretched sandy dust of the desert,
This could be sold for money.
What about the West Coast of Africa?
From Senegal, Gambia, Guinea Bissau, Guinea and Sierra Leone;
From Liberia, Ivory Coast, Burkina Faso, Ghana and Togo;
From Benin to Nigeria with the same problem of the dust,
The dusty wind changes the colour in our rooms too.
Live in Africa to experience this act,
Shop in Africa to know the facts;
From Cameroon, Central African Republic and Congo Brazzaville;
From The Democratic Republic of Congo, Kenya and Uganda;
From Tanzania, Angola, Zambia, Zimbabwe and Mozambique;
From Botswana, Lesotho, Swaziland, Somalia and South Africa;
Our eyes and our clothes do ell it all in Madagascar also.
What about Cape Verde Island, Comoros Island and Mauritius?
What about Seychelles, Equatorial Guinea, Sao Tome and Principe?
Dusty wind, dusty wind, the dusty wind of Africa!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dunes
oh! man. remember the day when you are born, the sky that
twinkle in your eyes, as the sea breeze, in the dunes of sand,
tranquil, in the luminous pavement of water beneath your
mother's tear
you have chatter the fears of death, of which the stings of pain,
labour in the weary sweat of your father hand has come to sprout
like orchards green of graves in the blue sky in your mother
dream
a dunes, that whisper the cool olive oil in the green leaves of
summer in the meadow of oasis of desert from the storm in the,
night of the skies, waiting to capture the smiling faces of your
loved father and mother cribs
like a cheddar, full of tasted cream of cheese, in every tongue,
awaits to capture the aroma of judgment in our hearts, so
especial, that every wind calls our spirit to mingle every direction
it brings
each pieces of sand, leads us to a place, where the emptied
soul, find its meaning of being one in the darkness of uncertainty
a call for, to follow the segment of our life in the course of nature
tranquility
life is what we make it, a wind that redirect us to focus ourselves,
the dunes of where we have to follow, where the cooled wind,
will brings to the sea of life everlasting
' let the dunes be, a dunes to other in the great blue ocean of God'
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The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
poem by Fasan paul
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Oh It Is Africa
Oh it is Africa
Oh Africa it is my mother land
land of milk and honey
land of natural beauty
Oh Africa land is where i live
Oh Africa is
A land blessed by God himself
On the day of creation
God threw diamond like stone
gold like rain
He dropped crude oil like rain
Oh Africa
land of milk and honey
Oh Africa
Guns and bombs, tears and mud
Luxury limos race through blood
But bound by debt to hopelessness
poem by Lizzie Davis
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Africa's Praying
Let justice shield us
Yes indeed, be our defense
In this land
In Africa
Let there be a rain of blessing
Yes indeed, abundance in our store house
In this nation
In Africa
Heal our land, give us a cure
Unveil our vision
In this land
In Africa
Forgive us our debts
We are born debtors
In this land
In Africa
We will always remember your praise
When we walk in liberty
Oh Thou our God
In Africa
Let us lead again, with treasures
As in the days of old
This land
In Africa
We pray thee of highest heavens
We ascribe you all the greatness
We in this land
In Africa
poem by charles K wanjohi
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I Dreamt I Was In Africa
I dreamt I was in Africa neath Serengeti sky
I heard the wild dogs barking, the spotted hyenas cry,
I heard the male lion roaring his anger pierced the night,
I dreamt I was in Africa neath African moonlight.
The elephants were trumpeting on Serengeti plain,
The sun dried grass all eaten the parched earth cried for rain,
The wildebeest and zebra had wandered far away
And Serengeti silent in the searing heat of day.
I dreamt I was in Africa the drought was at an end
The thunder and the lightning And rain came with the wind,
The ponds and rivers flooded, the once parched plains now green
And widebeest and zebra in thousands to be seen.
The moon shines in the heavens and the hunting jackals bark
In Tanzania in East Africa in Serengeti National Park
The grazing hippos grunting and the wild hyenas scream
And I was in East Africa if only in a dream.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tea In The Sahara
My sisters and i
Have the wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please dont ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for this pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The sky turned to black
Would he ever come back
They would climb a high dune
They would pray to the moon
But hed never return
So the sisters would burn
As their eyes searched the land
With their cups still full of sand
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
song performed by by Police
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Wild As The Wind (feat. Trisha Yearwood)
Johnny grew up
On the dark side of the law
Livin' in the shadow
Of the light he never saw
Rosie came 'round
In the way that true love does
Just when you're lookin' elsewhere
For the thing that never was
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
So they team up
And they traveled on thier way
Lookin' for forever
For every yesterday
She brings him hope
In the way that Angels do
Takin' him to heaven
In ways he never knew
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Every so often
He gets a stray look in his eye
She knows how to hold him
Without ever askin' why
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Wild As The Wind
Johnny grew up
On the dark side of the law
Livin in the shadow
Of the light he never saw
Rosie came round
In the way that true love does
Just when youre lookin elsewhere
For the thing that never was
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
So they team up
And they traveled on thier way
Lookin for forever
For every yesterday
She brings him hope
In the way that angels do
Takin him to heaven
In ways he never knew
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Every so often
He gets a stray look in his eye
She knows how to hold him
Without ever askin why
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
Wild as the wind
Wild as the wind is
Wild as the wind is love
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Africa's Glory
AFRICA’S GLORY
I long for Africa’s glory
A story that swells from earth to sky
A deep slow liquid beauty
A spell of rest, a quiet breath, a jungle born melody.
I am in need of Africa’s glory
The magic of African gold on my fingertips
A diamond heart that sinks through fading colors of platinum
The richest continent in minerals, the poorest in human life.
They came and told us we could not own our lands
The Muslims ordered us to give everything to Allah
The Christians suggested to donate our possessions to God
Each taking everything for themselves, leaving Africa to die.
The world seems to ignore the origin of its wealth
The fretful riches, bitter tainted wonders of creation
The mighty rhythm, the subsequent stillness of the Sahara
The over quivering limbs of children waiting for death.
I think of uranium, iron, bronze, copper and silver
The most precious stones floating in a moon-green pool
Your human treasures old and new that flow around
To heal the poverty of an honestly greedy mankind.
No center of all centers, no core of cores
The plain arrogance to know more than we deserve
Stupidity self-enclosed, growing sweet
In the political minds of our Darling super leaders.
Billion stars go spinning through the night
Blazing high towards the furthest universe
An endless space where thick fluids illuminate your peace
The omnipotent presence that will be when others are no more.
Africa’s story, the vast dunes of the desert hiding the silent tears
A rude, violent anger that spells the syllables of my name
The ancient rich rivers of the Nile, the wild Congo and the Zambezi
The ancestors of Kilimanjaro and the Drakensburg Mountains.
I want Africa’s glory
A song to fall like water on my head
A healing dream to raise the tired dead
Self pronouncing words flushed on my trembling lips like Pentecost.
poem by Masa MbathaOpasha
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Tea In The Sahara
My sisters and i
Have this wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please dont ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession
We want our tea in the sahara with you
We want our tea in the sahara with you
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for his pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The sky turned to black
Would he ever come back?
They would climb a high dune
They would pray to the moon
But hed never return
So the sisters would burn
As their eyes searched the land
With their cups full of sand
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
song performed by by Sting
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The Black Continent
Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.
Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.
Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:
Africa, Africa, Africa! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Tuareg
A message of the Tuareg in the Sahara,
And of the heat of Africa that greets you;
But, you do have more stories for us to learn.
'Amen-Ra' and 'Hapi' to the Egyptians,
And of the copies made to the whole world!
But this message of the Tuareg is here to stay.
Greetings to the camel market in Cairo!
And of the sand's storm over the delta of the Nile;
But, let us love the salt water around us.
The salt of West Africa,
And of the caravans of camels on the Sahara;
But, i will keep on moving with the gladiators in my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Across The Parapet
My mind is across the parapet of Africa with love!
And if the wind does not reveal it, the rain will;
A proverbial touch with an emotion is what i bring to you,
For my mind is also across the parapet of this world!
But where sin is, fools do rush in quickly.
I am like a poor soul walking down the streets of Africa very lonely,
And deeper down in the jungles of Africa with words;
But if the wind does not reward me, the rain will.
Oh Africa! In my loneliness and of the splashes of the sea;
But i need someone who will love me for who i am.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Don’t Cry For Me Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will never let you out of my mind
I hear your voices people of Africa
I hear your cries people of Africa
I see pain in your eyes people of Africa
It is hard to describe what you people of Africa are going through
Poverty strikes you all people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will keep you in my prayers people of Africa
Power to the people of Africa
People of Africa lift your spirit higher
Lord is the light and truth people of Africa
The Lord sends you a message from his heart to you people of Africa
He said because I love you
I will answer your prayers
I hear your prayers
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because you have a friend that is the Lord
People of Africa continue doing the Lords work
Make a wish people of Africa
The people of Africa are looking at the Lord face to face
Lord here is no paradise
We dream a little dream said the people of Africa to the Lord
The People of Africa Pray that the Lord will give each other strength every day
Don’t cry for me Africa
Save the people of Africa
Strengthened the people of Africa each day
Because I’ll be there in your dreams people of Africa
The people of Africa tells The Lord how much they love him
Don’t cry for me Africa
Lord comes when you are ready people of Africa
Feelings you have for your Lord People of Africa
And I know you will never let it die
Nothing but flowers the people of Africa will plant in the sea shore for the Lord
Don’t cry for me Africa
The people of Africa needs hope to heal there land
The Lord rose up on you people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
My heart will go on
Once I close this door of the ship I will sail across the Atlantic Sea
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Beautiful warzone- Africa
Africa a beautiful warzone
Home to me and you and them
But then the grass is not greener across the oceans.
What would a place be with out any negatives?
Ask yourself.
The world loves Africa, but Africa doesn’t love Africa.
We have shared blood in the past we still spill it…
When will Africa be what it ought to be?
A wonderful place where ethnic background doesn’t count,
A place of joy, love, peace and prosperity,
Africa was made with perfection out of love,
Blessed with a wonderful wild life,
The antelopes, birds, lions, elephants and even the fishes,
The sun embraces the beautiful blue sky by day,
And the moon and the stars hide us at night with a blanket of comfort.
Green forests as a cherry on top,
While hidden riches cause havoc, death, and deceit once uncovered.
Gold, diamonds and the like
Beautiful blue beaches east to west, west to east
Meeting in the shores of Cape Town
People’s dreams are what make Africa dull
People don’t dream of constructive things.
They dream about riches and about having it all
Some willing to wait for it; as the say it is worth the wait
Others want the easy way out; as they say it is a smarter way
But tell me why you are here; what the purpose of your existence is
And that of Africa, why are we placed in this warzone?
Or why do we remain in it?
Why is it a warzone anyway?
Look into it; forget the eyes let civilization lead
If Africa was made to be so beautiful, what’s its purpose?
Was it made to just a beautiful warzone
I deeply doubt that.
Africa is home to me, and you, and them,
and that of rest of the world.
Look at how you can change things
“Don’t consider yourself a victim of circumstances or
Consider thoughts of infidelity; consider a better course for yourself.”
poem by Onesimo Odwa Mabovula
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African Pirates
Freedom fighter or terrorist? Depends whose side you’re on,
Africa’s ‘freedom fighters’… proud pirates everyone,
No freedom was ever gained for Black folk’s kith or kin,
Their fight was not for liberty, but to loot now from within.
Robert Gabriel Mugabe, Africa’s pirate supreme,
Thieving and plundering are his passions it would seem;
But in this act he’s not alone, for Grace is worse by far,
They aught now both to be rolled, in feathers and hot tar,
Nestle buys their tainted milk from Grace’s stolen farm,
But a Nestle spokesman says “We are doing you no harm”
Millions of protestors will never eat their produce again,
Tainted now forever more, by Grace’s shame and pain.
Whilst pirates in Somalia, wreck havoc on high seas,
Grace Mugabe sets her sails, to tramp on whom she please,
Africa, land of black pirates, from Suez to Cape Town,
Their thirst for ill-gained riches, is truely world renown.
There is not one place in Africa, that is free of piracy,
From the great Sahara desert to the azure warm Indian Sea,
With license now to plunder, these swashbucklers everyone,
Are destined to destroy our Africa …our paradise in the sun.
poem by Alf Hutchison
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