For it is said that our journey begins
wherever we draw our first air and
for me that happens to be in Africa
(the land of the brave) the land
where i learnt my abc's and 123's
I was gifted to the arms of Mother
Africa by the universe,i didn't have
a say,but if i did that would have
still been my choice.In the arms
of Mother Africa i have grown
each day nutured by her beautiful
and ever glowing sun.
My legs made stronger as i move
across her rugged and amazing
grounds.To some as an African child
i am the King of the Jungle,the Spirit
of the Forest.Hahaha but truly i am
my body and soul was made for this.
Africa is not just beautiful sunsets,
amazing grounds,enjoyable rainfalls,
lovely islands.It comes with its stings
that brings tears to the eyes.
Darkness is no longer strange to an
African child but in this darkness,is
a light so bright that comes from nowhere
but the eyes of an African child,it is
Mother Africa's gift to us and this
light from our eyes has a name
and it is called HOPE,it is what
keeps us going and would always
keep us going.
This voice from Africa is coming
from somewhere on the streets of
AFRICA.
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