African's Rhythm
AFRICAN'S RHYTHM.
My golden eye continues to wink
Despite the season,
Shadows of my delivery
Was like flavor to the living,
Listen to this string of
My ancestral kings.
Identify trees with
Her meaning,
Instead of killing leafs
And colour green pasted
On my skin,
Here is beauty of wide
Life mixed with discipline,
Likewise evil under blind
Sky during evenings.
I am Africa
The ripe bride,
My tribe leads to greater
Height
Constant lights, and
Forgetting bribes.
Quarrel is inherited by
Every child,
Lets enjoy this ride round
Africa's pride.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
poem by Habib Akewusola
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My Africa
My Africa,
a monument from God
his archi-tectural piece
on pillers of golden block
built in shapely ease
the scape of my Africa
My Africa,
tended by the seas
her tender loving green
with oceans like the breeze
all living to the brim
sweet bio, my Africa
My Africa,
you bear the geniune black
her wide and curly hair
new love you never lack
at every step you dare
you're outstanding, my Africa.
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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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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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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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I Am An African
I am an African
I was born in Africa
Suckled mother Africa breast
I am beauty Africa
I stand under blue skies
Over drastic mountains
To behold vibrant countries
And feel at home
I bow down to salute heroes
Died on struggle
Striving Africa liberation
Development and capacity
Hail Africa
You are our mother
Feeding us with prosperity
Anointing us with acceptance
Africa is my mother
She will never fade
Gloom or cease
I am an African
poem by Poppie Mira
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Africa and Africa’s
Have seen little of history unfold
I know that one thing will always be
Africa will be,
But what is Africa’s may never be
White man came
Green lands began to dry
So did rivers and streams
Even oceans and seas
Whatever the white man sees
Seems to vanish from Africa
Like dews do in his singeing summers
When he sees peace… there! Gone
The white man said he’d in Africa invested
In actual sense he had Africa infested
Looting without shame
Claiming England is Object; Africa its subject
There was gold, grandpa says
We fight over our own
Lacerate throats and disembowel ours
Man in white fuels it dressed in black
We choose our way
Dos, don’ts, and embargoes stay
When we invent, they endear us
Purporting supervision, yet looting
What is Africa’s one day will be
And shall remain African and Africa’s
What should unite Africa is Africa’s
It will never split Africa into Africas
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Africa's pain is my pain
Africa dear Africa
Your children are lonely and depressed
Africa dear Africa
Your children are at war with each other
Africa dear Africa
Your children are killing each other
Africa dear Africa
Your children are starving
Africa dear Africa
Your essence is pure but you are suffering
Africa dear Africa
your pain is my pain
So i sit here crying.
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Lions In Vilakazi Street
Africa?
Where is Africa?
D'them Africas dress
Like ah brada Tarzan
An hip woman deh lady Jane Mascot
An swing son indah willow trees
Like ah brer' hair, huh?
How big is Africa?
Do they have lions smack
In the streets of Africa?
Beware.Your ignorance will make you
A fool in the company of kings!
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Son Of Africa
Listen Africa listen!
Listen to the words of a stallion
Listen as I speak of a giant,
An African giant
A giant entangled by his own hand made snares
Yes! Indodana ya se Africa
Un-wax your ears and Listen
Great warrior of the chimurenga,
Phela you stood against white powers
And liberated black wishes
Against the Blairs and Bushes you stood.
Courageous, you battled the spite of the Smith.
Now listen Ndodana ya se Africa
Hear this young stallion galloping towards the truth.
In Limbo you stand snared by your own snares
In Limbo, you warrior remain just a memory
Hau lalela son of the soil,
It’s your people who go under the soil
Their calabashes are dry, they go under the soil.
Under the soil their bellies lie empty
Hau lalela Ndodana ya se Africa
Listen son of Africa
Do not stand as proud as death
Do not let its sting be your companion
An African warrior you must once more become
Adorn the spirit of Madiba, No easy walk to freedom
Remember...Listen...Remember.
T he Ndukus and the rocks, Africa’s weapons of old
Now Son of the Soil’s desires battle against Africa
Hau listen son of Africa
Lalela...listen...lalela
poem by David Lekoba
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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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I Believe Africa.
I'm proud to be African,
I'm proud to be a Ugandan,
The dark color of my skin, I love it,
No beauty like Africa, Black people,
Whoever thinks about me (AFRICA) negatively,
There you're wrong,
These Minerals I hold, Everybody yearns for it,
I'm the source of everything,
Minerals, Nature, Good climate, Tourist
And everything you ever heard of and not,
I'm the footsteps of God,
Everybody knows that,
I believe in Africa and
I believe to change everything to the Africans
Want it,
Where do we go from here?
Everybody from anywhere runs to me,
I flow everywhere, call me the Nile,
I'm the number one even in
The alphabet of the continents,
Africa and the others follows.
poem by Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas
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The African Son Glides
to elders he respect
under realistic rules he perfects
orders strength with patience
conquers foes with confidence
so much expected of his mature
too much needed of his nature
conspicuous eyes an African Son glides!
runs and roars like a tiger
laughs and lutes like a bird
honest to his kindness
loyal to his stubbornness
so long he longs for wisdom
for long strives for success
conspicuous eyes an African son glides!
an ancient mind of inabilities
such anxious heart of possibilities
that he climbs with pride
then denotes his cultures
yet lives for his tradition
a standing ovation!
are you an African son?
he cries not to wounds
he dispense not to scars
spites the evil lights
hates the evil sparks
conspicuous eyes an African Son glides!
arts in his intelligence
a kingdom of no redundancy
a divine world of innovation
enhanced in terms of denotation
thus music to his soul he enjoys
mixed lyrics to mind he bind
a true definition!
he extremes to extinction
leads with an elephant memory
controls with dirty hands of good
a bird flying low
but high enough not to be recognized
he lives in Africa and calls Africa home,
yes! min mind and spirit
a standing ovation!
becomes a prince to his father
that son is is what his mother refers
an example to his siblings
a secret admire of no faulse to the fantasy world
he lives Africa and so speaks
he dreams an African dream and true it becomes
he is the son to the land because
conspicuous eyes an African son glides
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Re- Presenting Africa
When you think of Africa
you think of blackness
also think of pride and strength.
The black of Africa symbolizes nature
untapped with upheld virginity.
My Africa, where nature’s blessings abound
that you wonder, ponder, sitting like pander
withdrawn to understand, why Africa?
Beats and rhythm Africa’s heritage
home or diaspora your tunes resound
Those pum-pum-tum-kum
synchronize with your heartbeats
lifts you to hip-hop, waist wreathing
dance steps simultaneous to rhythm.
Happy people only known
when within Sadness gates.
Africans are happy people.
Live and let live
forever our continental motto.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Black African
African I'm
screaming for my colour
shining like gold
but diamond
when the sun arrived
God begged me
just for the black colour
to create a sacred night
beautiful but a man
black and shine
explorers called me spirit
thus all i wear
goes with me
ever around the bank
the coast smile
for my beauty
thus amendment of Africa
as smiling coast of Africa
ever evening arrived
my colour to dim
My colour unopposed
that broke the sun
to bring night
Blacks the champions.
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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Our African Being
You are a soul
a love endless to those who love
a heart unbreakable to those shine,
those who glide and gloom,
those who glisten your image upon themselves
they are true definitions of Africans
You are a smile unseen
you are a life unborn
a burden of peace above hate,
late as the sun retires
your stars release a true divine tranquil,
not even the world has
Africa a true African
As generations of diversity
whose genes were torn my ill liberty
we see but know not of you
'Africa', the unknown stranger
Upon giving birth you plough pride
you give strengh and survival
But these young minds know not about that
Africa a true African
You brought power to the less fortunate
a powerful feeling that led a smile to the farmer,
a wonderful thought that pulled life to the dead,
the dead have not died in your territory
because their deeds fullfill the leaving dead
'Africa' what is your name?
Upon the sky of different season
at the beginning of every sunset
your name has been defined
thus your pride not defy
you are a cage of endless joy
a forest of hybrid adventures
'Africa' what stands in your name?
You are a home,
a neighbour full of wisdom,
warm, light and kindness
when you cry,
tears lead to thy war,
pain lead to thy hate
But the youth should bare,
that in you, we live
And pride makes us believe
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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The African Man
Fierce in his inherit pride
to belong to his own tribe.
Since the Cradle of Mankind,
others were left far behind
when he took Life as his bride.
The African plains are vast.
Culture and customs which last.
Knowledge of the vast *veld,
mixed with believes long held.
The *induna's spell was cast.
Moon bright smiles on faces fan.
From Cape to Cairo they span,
in ochre hues of earthly tones,
hiding strong ancestral bones:
The gentle African man.
poem by Suzette Crous
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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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Me And Nature
I love to enjoy the wind that
rule the shore of the ocean,
i love to enjoy the wild sun
of Africa and the expatacular
snow of of europe,
i love to enjoy the beauty and
the fragrance of flower that
grace the soil of Africa (Europe,
America) .
I love to enjoy the divine beauty
of the sky at nite when the sun
and the stars proof their worth,
i love to enjoy the rain so when
it pour i dance my way through
it.
I love to enjoy the green grass so
when am within them i feel them
with my hands
i love to enjoy the sweet melodies
of the brids, the sound of the
flute and that of the drum.
I love to enjoy nature..
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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African Child
AFRICA CHILD
Africa child a leader in the world
Africa child you grow so tender
In the two hands of your mother
Into a matured man to move the world
You really sucked the milk
Of your Africa mother with love, strong ness, neatness and greatness.
You were seen when little like a dull person but proved them all wrong.
Oh! Child you greatly moved the world
By showing your Africa ness in- you through the power
A leader in the world you are
I believe other continent
Will see your glittering black with a very good respect and integrity.
Child, I greet you with respect
‘Cos you are the colour that spark
With the whiteness of your eyes and teeth comes out to
Move very well with your minds
And soul to think so great.
I put on you the highest rank
In the world because you deserve
To be there, child! (c)
poem by Chinwendu Ibeh
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