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.
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