Colour Me Black, Colour Me Beautiful

Africa My beloved Africa Africa The cradle of humanity Civilization starting in the Nile valley Africa the cradle of writing Hieroglyphics dating back from Egypt Yet Africa brags no literature The monster colonialism sunk its jaws deep into Africa’s heart Its ugly face, continue we to see Developing underdevelopment Disuniting the united Colour me black Colour me beautiful Call me an African I come in a Christly way Not to sacrifice but to clarify I come not to defend Neither do I come to offend I come burdened with a Jeremiah mission My vision in the mission To pluck and to plant To destroy and to built I come burdened with a journalistic responsibility To say nothing but the truth Proud of blackness Far from being a symbol of darkness Colour me black Colour me beautiful Call me an African Where are some of he wanders of the world? Our forests like our intellects Forever remain evergreen Knitted with amazing rivers such as the Victoria Falls Ahoy mama Africa Ahoy communication Ahoy gerontocracy Ahoy African culture and values Continue trading in wisdom Jealously guard your freedom Shun prophets of doom Today I have a dream That forever, I shall be coloured Call me black and I am coloured Coloured beautiful For I am full of beauty And so is my mother, mama Africa.