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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Melugin Avatar
December 11, 2013 at 10:10 AM
Tawona, African Prince is poetic royalty! Your pen of gold transported me.... to listen to the wisdom of the son of the king of Africa! stellar! chuck
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November 28, 2013 at 7:33 PM
May the lovely prince stand long, proud ands never overwhelmed. I spent years in Africa and often long for its soul.
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November 28, 2013 at 11:21 PM
Sorry when i was writing this i had read Yonela Mali poem called African Princess and i wanted to tell people the other side. So i wrote the African Prince. Glad u like it
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November 28, 2013 at 11:18 PM
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