My Africa

My heart and home

Believe me this is not the poor image you know

Ravaged by war and full of sorrow

My Africa echoes with beautiful sounds

Graduating through the villages and nearby towns

I hear her voice in the rythmic sounds of the talking drums

The movement of her hips dancing to her own rythms

She is radiant in beauty

Her children are full of laughter and their joy knows no bounds

My Africa

The land of my forefathers.

The jewel yet to be found

She is carved out of glory

Crowned with Ivory

Embedded with gold

Where the sun shines and my skin glows

The land of hope

Where culture, heritage and tradition never dies.


This is where my heart beats most

This is My Home

This is Africa.

Chiamaka Chiedozie

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