MY AFRICA: HER OWN DAUGHTER’S DISCRIPTION

Many talk of Africa

The poor poor Africa

The dessert placed Africa

Mother of bushes, poor Africa

The wild rearing Africa

The illiterate realmed Africa

The ill bred Africa

The jungle Africa

No!

I am in Africa

Born and bred in Africa

Knows its boundaries, this Africa

Feel its warmth, sweet Africa

I have tasted pure seeds in Africa

Have sipped from pure minds in Africa

Where else can I breathe like Africa?

My sweet sweet Africa!

The winds are pure in Africa

Yes, there are scares in Africa

And there are problems in Africa

But which place lacks these under the sky?

I won’t gave a horror face to Africa

I see my Africa

My Africa is a woman

A woman discovered as a girl

A girl pure in nature

A bit mischievous, but serene

Even friendly dogs bite 

When they sense peril

So harmed by intruders

Who caught her young like goats

She rebelled, who wouldn’t?

With time she gained her freedom

And now she picks herself up

Saddled by the greed of her own

Her transition to refinement is not easy

But she lives through with hope

This beautiful lady draped in many colours

Is my Africa

So taint not my Africa

Know her before you speak of Africa

A hospitable fellow who has taken in offenders

And is treating many with hospitality

Everything tastes good

And herbs cure many

I love my Africa

If she is a lion

She roars to protect her young

This is my Africa

And the Africa which needs uncovering

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014