Mama Africa Wants To....
African girl,
You are like the slice of cake and the muse of love;
But od present the status on your right hand side to meet up with your mind,
Because the youthful act of your muse is like a call from Mama Africa.
African girl,
Mama Africa wants to educate you among all others;
So you have to separate your sheep among your goats,
Because i was once lost in the bush of love and you shown me the way out!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa II.
Love and peace to you from the mind of the African,
For Mama Africa is here to stay;
And of the great love from the muse of Africa,
So pay us a visit to see what we are made of.
Mama Africa will great you with the muse of all the animals,
And like the heat of the sun that blesses us all day long;
But in Africa with hope to teach many with our culture.
The care of Mother Africa is here for you,
For Mama Africa will care for you whenever you do visit us;
Because we have a lot to share with the whole world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa Will... II.
We are obligated to thank you for your visit,
And Mama Africa will always be there for you;
Because the light of this continent shines all year round,
And like the muse of your love that attracted us to you.
Love to everyone on this earth,
For the Africans have a story to tell;
And Mama Africa will guide you on with her muse of peace.
Come! And let Mama Africa admire you! !
For Mama Africa will be the centre of your mission;
Because we have hope in whatever we do in Africa.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa's Treasure
On the run!
With your mind;
On the move!
With your love;
And like Mama Africa's Treasure! !
But, they came and took your treasure away.
Food for the belly!
To gain your love and to love once again;
But, do guide me with your true love always! !
Because, Mama Africa's Treasure is what what you need.
Be thankful with what you've got from me!
In the jungle,
Wild and free!
But, with hidden tracks;
However, this train is heading towards the land of your muse.
Welcome to the world! !
Welcome to the muse of Africa;
Rich in love,
Rich with colours,
But, open your eyes and look around with them!
With the muse of love and with the muse of peace,
And like Mama Africa's Treasure.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa's Identity
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Fulanis and the Fulbes;
But the Savannah and the Sahara are here to stay in Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Dogons and the Shilluks;
And of the cowries usedas money in those days,
But the identities of the African are in many faces.
It is like a durbar in Africa and,
At the market plac to meet others;
But a visit to the tomatoes market in Ghana will tell you much.
Mama African's identity,
And like 'the Golden Stool' of the Ashanti Kingsdom!
But wait for the dried-fish on the coasts of Africa.
Visit St. Louis in the delta of Senegal and learn about the ways of the African,
For my home i in El Molo;
And like Mama Africa's identity praising my muse.
Mama African's identity,
And of the pygmies in Central Africa!
But i have my mind on the Rift Valley,
And like the mirror of the rivers, lakes and the seas of Africa! !
The Massai and the Dinka do play their roles,
And like the Nubaians in South Sudan;
But with the temperature above 40 degrees in most parts of Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And like a message to my lover in Lalibala;
For early in the morning came the leopards to drink some water,
But a visit to Mount Meru will entice you.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Zulus and the Rendilles;
But the Afars are here to blend with the dry land.
Mama Africa's identity,
With the rhythms and rituals of the Africans!
And like the tribes of Ovambo, Herero, Xhosa, Shona and Matabele.
And like the Bemba, the Tonga and the Ovaimbundu!
But the red land of Africa care for you all.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of River Limpopo in the mist of love;
But try to visit the Victoria Falls to satisfy your curiosity.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Himbas with their traditional dance;
But the Kikuyu, the Hutu, the Tutsi and the Hambukushu are also there,
For Africa is a very big continent for all of us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spokesman
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
Because, the muse of my African Stew tastes different from yours!
And, it is infused with a special ingredient from the African Soil.
I am the muse that you are reading and,
I am the African Child with my words so sweet! !
And like the love of your mind without the wars around you;
Because, i am always for the peace of this world.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I am presenting the muse of my mind from Africa to educate you;
For, mankind had now made more amumunitions for war!
But, we really don't need them when, we talk about peace on this earth.
Listen and look for peace around you always,
Learn and care for others around you always,
For education is not always about degrees! !
Because, the very professors are the very ones who made these weapons of war.
The African Spokesman is what i am,
Along the streets of Africa and around the hiding places of the ghettoes!
For, i have seen many things in my life and, i have more to tell to you;
But, like the colours of the rainbow,
We need to love each other in the name of the colours that nature gave us.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
But, if you listen very carefully, you will feel the muse of my love around you!
Because, this world is now being captured by the weapons of war than peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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50 Years on This Physical Earth
50 years on this physical earth,
But husting and busting to make my name known t the world!!
Because, i have a message at hand;
And, it is not easy being born in Africa and being raised in Africa from a very poor family!
For, i can't stop the rain from falling on my head when,
I have no roof!!!
And like what is going on today in East Africa!
With the reflections of one of my Art Works called: 'We don't have aids but hunger'! !
Yes, from the very acts of my mind;
Because i am an African,
And i do know what it means to be in Africa.
Today, i am to thank Father Yahweh for all of His mercy and kindness towards me;
For He had really guided my steps from thr rough paths of an African's own story,
And, let His Mercy endures forever!!
For Africa is for the Africans and we have to know what goes on around us everyday;
And, in the land of Africa i was born,
But, have you to say?!!
Because, i am very proud to be an African!
And like the muse of your love in the land of many waters that satisfies us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa Is Like My Muse
I am from Africa and i love my muse,
But you will enjoy your stay when you do visit us;
Because Mama Africa is like my muse of love,
So come ans see things with your own eyes.
Come and let me take you round,
For this continent has more to the eyes than you think;
And like the muse of love that is protected with care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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The Spirit Of St. Louis II
In my consortium,
In my realm, In my apartment,
And like the spirit of St. Louis in the lan dof my muse;
But Art and Craft helped me through my Primary and Middle School Education.
I exchanged most of my works for food in those dys to survive!
For the muse of Africa is well noted by those of us in Africa;
But i planned to settle down my mind after my secondary education,
Becuase the going was much tougher than i could bear.
I started to write down and to draw out every inventive idea given to me from the realms!
Because i was dreaming dreams ans seeing visions;
And with my African culture playing a major role at times,
But this issue started mainly in 1983.
Traditionally noted to the roots of my culture is my love,
And like the muse of the rainbow reflecting on us in Africa! !
But the spirit of St. Louis was all that mused up with my muse.
The daily norms of the African child,
Through the heat of the sun to make ends meet;
But my name is Edward Kofi Louis,
Born on Friday the 13th! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama Africa Is On The Horizon
A righteous reputation,
A just man is all that it needs;
For Mama Africa is on the horizon!
A righteous reputation,
A just woman is all that it takes;
For Mama Africa is on the horizon!
Her muse is for you and me,
And of the things as seen in Africa;
Because Africa is my homeland!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Mama
African Mama as she struts down the catwalk
African mama with that multi-colored headdress
Vuluptuous woman
Independant woman
A woman of style
Africa's pride
Not fasion model's skinny legs
and flat bottom
Not half-shrunk cloth over disapearing waistline
Curves of Africa
Beauty of Africa
She is unconventional
Under-rated
Rich Beauty
Shocked faces stare as she transforms the stage
with her multi-faceted elagance
with her charm
and many colours
She is proud to be a woman
She she is mother
she is daughter
she will one day be grandmother telling stories around fireplaces
Her beauty is more than magazines
more than clothing
Her beauty is in who she is
In her free spirit
In her deep soul
In her rhythem
And in her heritage
She is Mama Africa
A woman of beauty
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Black And White To A Call
Desire to know you,
Black and white to a call;
Desire to know you,
And like the charity of your muse;
But the mind of the poet is like Tanzania in Africa!
And true love doesn't ask why.
The tongue of the writer and the love of the reader,
The realities of Mama Africa will be noted to all mankind;
And like a goal being scored by a footballer!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spirit
Unfortunately, I will not stop,
Across Africa, I will travel with this African face,
My African pride,
And my African story.
I saw your face in Zimbabwe;
Then I saw it again in South Africa.
You smiled at me in Malawi,
Why were you surprise to see me again in Angola?
I carry the African song,
Listen to soulful rhythems from within.
I have an African heart,
With lots of love and pain, it won't part.
Your African face smiles at me with inspiration,
Across Africa and the world, give me an ear;
I speak an African language.
Someday you will know my love,
Someday you will sing my song,
Someday you will hold my heart;
Someday you will cry the same tears in my eyes.
Someday you will relieve my pain,
One day you will understand me.
Someday you will join my fight an we'll make Africa our pride.
poem by Peter Phiri
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Hefemally
The nabbing,
In his early 30s;
The fallout,
In her early 30s;
From a humble beginning to its present status,
But the ages of the African Leaders are common to us all!
And like the ace of the black hearts.
Hefemally is my name and,
My present age is part of my journey in Africa! !
For the muse of love is like the aroma of sweet wine;
And like the colours of the rainbow,
But, my identity is the ace of the black love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Spirit Of St. Louis III
In my consortium,
In my realm,
In my apartment,
With life struggles and the tunnels under the broad roads;
But the African has more to say than expected.
Talents abounds in Africa but,
Who is ready to tap them?
Even though, some cultures do not respect a gifted person.
To my ancestors and the forgotten ones i do give my respect,
But to a world so sweet which is also full of sins!
And inside Africa with many languages to respect the muse of love,
But we are manily centred with tribal groups.
Living with languages,
And like the names and the tribes;
With many wars against one another to gain power,
But the heat of the sun rests on us all in Africa! !
Lanuages and religions,
With different countries to make up Africa;
And with many difficulties to unite as one,
Fior the 'African Unity' (AU) is still crawling like a baby.
Born a right-handed,
But today i am a left-handed;
All in the land of my muse to respect my identity,
But i will always respect the spirit of St. Louis.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Boy
I am a young African boy
A unique individual with my own personal inspiration
Which is the golden key to build my future.
With a mind confused
I can still reach politely to others.
With a heart that's has been destroyed
I can still feel and care for others.
With pain that has cut deep down in my heart
I can still fell sympathy for others. with all that is in me I can still overcome those situations.
I can be a person I am
The one whose heart is filled with joy and passion.
I am a young African boy.
I'm proud of my black badged African skin.
I am an African
Not because I was born here
But because my heart beats with Africa.
Not because my skin is black
But because my mind is engaged by Africa.
I am an African
Not because I live on its soil
But because my soul is at home in Africa.
When Africa weeps for her children
My chicks are stained with tears.
When Africa honor her elders
My head is bowed with respect.
When Africa mourns for her victims
My hands are joined in prayer.
Africa my home
Africa my land
Land of peace
Land of my forefathers
Land of my birth
When Africa celebrates her triumphs
My feet are alive with dancing.
poem by Elvis Fout
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Mama Africa Will Always Be With You
Of the animals of the field by night and,
Of the birds of the air by day;
Mama Africa will always be with you when you do visit,
For this continent is very different form others.
Things are done more with the cultural aspects of the people,
And of various status-quo as identified among us;
But Mama Africa will always be with you when you do visit.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Johann
Coming out to meet you,
Coming out of it to satisfy you,
And like the survival of the African muse!
But, it is very funny that you've forgotten my name.
I am Johann,
And, unforgettable is the muse of my love!
Which had its own phenomenon when we first met;
But, you are matured enough today to know what is right or wrong,
For my survival in Africa had taught me many things in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tell Mama
(carter/terrel/daniel)
You thought you had found a good girl
One to love you and give you the world
Now youve found that youve been misused
Talk to me Ill do what you choose
I want you to tell mama all about it
Tell mama what you need
Tell mama what you want
And Ill make everything all right
That girl you had didnt have much sense
She wasnt worth all the time that you spent
She had another man throw you out doors
Now the same man is wearing your clothes
I want you to tell mama all about it
Tell mama what you need
Tell mama what you want
And Ill make everything all right
She would embarass you anywhere
She let everybody know she didnt care
Give me a chance Im begging you
I just wanna take care of you
Come on and tell mama all about it
Tell mama what you need
Tell mama what you want
Tell mama just what you want right now
Come on and tell mama all about it
Tell mama what you need
Tell mama what you want
Tell mama just what you want right now
song performed by by Diana Ross
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