Show Me Africa

A stranger stood up on a hill 

He raised his binoculars and squinted

A wind blew dry leaves on to his rubbers

He whispered to the boy next to him

" Show me Africa"

The boy smiled and replied to a stranger

" It's the garden of Eden," beloved land

A black soil whose  descendants are black

A dew on her grasses never ceases

" A mother to all nations," the boy continued

A stranger became nervous, longing to see this land

Springs of life , flows from this land

Beautiful daughters and sons of Africa, all smile.

Under her belly, civilizations are studied

Arise and fly Africa, a land of possibilities

"I want to stay in this land," a stranger replied

A boy looked up in the sky, where pages of Africa are pinned.

Welcome to our land , oh! Beautiful sceneries are our carpets

Pride of lions roars, a voice of Africa is heard

Elephants spray water by their trunks, a home of wildlife

Beautiful women with curved smiles, they walk downstreams

A history of the land, is written in the hearts of people

Their black lips, are canopies of wisdom to tell

Ask about this land, this is Africa

We fly with the spirit to win