African Joy
/Green and beautiful was the land that greeted me
With so much glee they walked and worked
How could someone feel so much joy in this cruel world
With no looks to woo a bride
With coerce palms from all the hard work
Oh if only 'hard work' meant success
Billionaires would roam the streets
The gbong gong sound of the drums,
With the chills of her serene voice
Though I didn't understand a word
But it meant happiness
Joy as they dance and jumped
No rhythm or rhyme to their moves
"What is this called?" I asked,
"The African Joy" was the answer
Composed by. Anita Odure Odeh/
Copyright © Anita Odure Odeh | Year Posted 2016
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