Beloved Africa
Beloved Africa. In my quiet moments, I pondered on her, This most beautiful daughter of the Planet. Blessed and bestowed with mystery and wonders. Her contours of evergreen valleys, Gentle steeps of trees and flowing streams, Home to thunderous storms and dreamy lakes. Her womb swells with undiluted resources, Truly a cradle of humanity's ancestors, Carved out and standing tall in your ebony splendour. Enchanter of the sun, Cajoler of the moon; You soothe to sleep in a lullaby of colours, each passing day. Africa, virgin daughter of the universe, Whose rhythm follows the drums of the heart. Your astonishing beauty has attracted only woes, Forcefully deflowered while you slept as in Eden. Your sons and daughters sold out as merchandise, Raped, plundered, exploited by strangers; Misery, poverty, death are your permanent mourning garments. Of you, we only hear sad stories being told, Even some of your offsprings add to your sorrow,