Africa My Home
Africa my home
Africa there is still hope
Africans blow horns and assemble
To unite as siblings from the same home
Africa my home
Africa day should not stir ashes of colonialism
But arouse the spirit of Ubuntu
So we can skip the hinges of isolation
Individualism was forced down our throat
During the journey to slavery
Now that our hands are free
Let us use them to plow change
Let us use our hands to dig out our dark past
And the brain cells that naysays unity
We can pull out prevailing thoughts of divisions
Let us do it until our skulls are empty of racial intolerance
This is a self-inflicted pain
For the roads that connects us are in ruins
We spend hours knocking in border gates
Just to see our people on the other side.
My home is the second largest in the universe
With vast mineral resources
Housing millions of intellects within its 54 units
Yet we are world’s poorest inhabitant continent
The wires in our brain cells does not connect
Because our leaders seek the glory of their former colonial
The challenges are unique
African values are unique
African renaissance is a vision
Unity is our mission
Africa day is the start
Africa is my home
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