Proudly African

Yes I am African, And proud to be one. Yes I am black, And from the third world, Full of hunger and drought, Poverty and doubt, Lack of opportunities and all, But am I not alive? That is enough to love my motherland. My hoolahoop may have been an old bicycle tyre, My dining table around a fire, My alarm clock a cock's crow, And my lamp a lantern's glow, But sure thing is, it was still home. I may have to comb my hair with a hot comb to make it straight, Get thorough beatings from the teacher when late, Call an aeoroplane a big bird, Have my dolls made of mud, But thats just home, And there is nothing to be ashamed about. I may choose to walk to save ten shillings, Repeat a word severally to show emphasis, For example...I walked and walked and walked, For that is how I believe the point will get home. Here, William is a whole different name from Bill, An octopus a ***** type of fish, But thats just home, And there is nothing wrong about it. Being black doesn't make me less human, Neither does it hinder me from things that can be done by the Americans, Europeans, Asians, It doesn't make me too dark for God to see, Nor does it stop Christ's saving blood from flowing over me, I am just a product of God's marvelous work, And so I am proud to be African, Cause God my Creator, Don't make no junk.