Warrior

Born in Ivory Coast but never would I boast. Raised in the Democratic Republic of Congo playing the bongos, but couldn’t make it my logo. On a quest from east to west, I made Cameroon my nest. But the traveler in me took me to Paris only to find out it was only a transit, just like my x Harris. Now I find myself in the United States the land of many states. Taking a rest for now, but the journey is far from over. As I sit and ponder If it’s safe to cross the border I realize all things prior, I am an African warrior. My attitude is of a fighter always chasing what matters. For success is not an option but rather an obligation. I stay strong in my convictions, For God leads me despite the trials and tribulations. I am the seed of the mother land. Africa, oh beautiful land! I am your warrior, and this I shall be until the end.