I am Africa's child,
Born with a rich melanin skin,
That gives me a profound beauty,
Now I am known with a unique identity.
I am Africa's child,
crafted with a permanent pigment,
That glints on the rays of the moon light.
The story tellers, loves the sight
As we gather around.
I am proud of Africa,
My father's land.
Blessed with diversified culture,
He never forsakes his tradition.
I am an African child,
Born to keep my heritage alive.
Singing while the night fires last,
I do bear in mind,
That my black coloured skin
Like my heritage, is my pride.
African Child living with the Africa's pride