The beginning of the river standing between life and the end of life
Being inside the motherland with praises
Men going on a hunt as it is who we are to strive
With the preparations of a great meal of success from the African ladies
The tombs awaken with the non stop changes
Forever together with the dust as it settles
Bringing new beauty from the petals
Children running with excitement from North to south
No worries no stress but filled with hatred
A glance of baleful on the face of nature
Everything seemed meaningless that it faded
Forgetting our roots brought nothing but danger
Battling moment to moment with the acts of valour
I worry no more because I am proud to grab the pen
Say that I am African
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