As I strike the soil
Folding my hands like guitarist
While freely letting my eyes
Freewheeling like penguins
Yes!
I stand on the beauty of Africa
Am an African child
My melanin my individuality
My smile my freedom
Sheen and effulgence
Oh! If you could only visit us
Your chronically desire would have been quashed
We dance like charged elections
We smell like the morning dew
Hear our song
Dance to our tune
We are Africans
A mean the warm heart of Africa
Ancient used to call it Nyasaland
I call it Malawi,my home
©lusungu
L