THE AFRICAN'S MOTHER

Written by: kelechi Emeaba

Fem with a rare temperament
The source of resources 
Our mother in me, 
This's the tales of the African’s 
mother 
Souring according to the maxim
Yes she is many but only 
Under these sphere,
In the sense soul brothers and 
sisters can hope to
No wonder we name her after 
Thought the best of our features 
And purposes we see it through 
her 
Where ever we are.
Yet their mothers still roam 
within
As she herald whilst  we ride on 
sure best encore 
Despite she was the byre-
woman in their byre 
African mother your journey to 
the edge the earth no 
even body  is weighed 
of your childrens limes
yet  a mother to the great black 
Cad 
Now our paw is matured in your 
own ween
As you bestride over us
the natural eau in our 
naive
Still we tuck and gave yours out 
from sure your echoes
On the land of gaunt they found  
you
Invincible as quaint.
African mother you are seen 
Girding best  of the wax 
Around your wonderful hue’ 
day-about 
which made us appreciates the 
virtues in woman affiance 
When no other mother if your 
kind genteel wherefore
guess as our custom bids 
yet loiter when you 
address 
As the best, Not among the.