African Prince

African Prince My lion shield quakes every enemy An axe thrown, a dagger tossed regardless; I stand firm like a warrior. I enjoy the freedom of my feet, as they interact with the African soil. My wounds and scars tell my story. My glittering chest makes maidens compose love songs The mesmerising beats of the drums, to the delicious African air. Makes me dance under the African Sun. I am an African Prince. I am the true Protector of Africa. A true son of the soil. Wise, intelligence and diligent. A walking chronicle, endowed with prodigious memory. I am an African prince. I bath in oil and shower in gold. The birds sing my name and servants bow down to my commands For I am an African Prince, lover to Mother Nature. written by Tawona M Ranganawa