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
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.