Africa
Our Africa
The home of rubies
Where everyone would wish to lobby.
We are the conquerors
Because we survived our stained past.
All the chains adorned on our ancestor
Had been turned jewelry of honour.
Beneath our Stygian complexion
Lies uncanny qualities and perfection.
We are the soldiers of light
With our crest from a victorious fight.
In our diversity
Buttoned multi diversity
Myriads ethnicity
Yet we are still a singular city
Is our history not one?
The cracks of whip and hunger.
And now that we're achiever
Time had favored us.
From the mountains in west
To the rivers in the east
We'd see the footsteps of our fathers
Towards freedom and existence
Through the south and north
We'd stand to correct our past faults
We're the remnants of the conquered greatness
Exploited by intruders.
Our land is enriched and blessed
Fertile and hidden beneath gold
We are Africans
We are the soldiers of light
Oh my Africa!
The outcome of strength and perseverance
Through which sacrifice was made
When our brothers walked barefooted
For our race to be educated.
To know the difference between colors
And character beyond class.
We are the symbol of ruggedness
Heritage of toughness
Wherever we sail to
In our complexion of love
We'd never forget our identity
So glaring, undeniable
Africa is our heritage.
Olawale Abdulsalam
The home of rubies
Where everyone would wish to lobby.
We are the conquerors
Because we survived our stained past.
All the chains adorned on our ancestor
Had been turned jewelry of honour.
Beneath our Stygian complexion
Lies uncanny qualities and perfection.
We are the soldiers of light
With our crest from a victorious fight.
In our diversity
Buttoned multi diversity
Myriads ethnicity
Yet we are still a singular city
Is our history not one?
The cracks of whip and hunger.
And now that we're achiever
Time had favored us.
From the mountains in west
To the rivers in the east
We'd see the footsteps of our fathers
Towards freedom and existence
Through the south and north
We'd stand to correct our past faults
We're the remnants of the conquered greatness
Exploited by intruders.
Our land is enriched and blessed
Fertile and hidden beneath gold
We are Africans
We are the soldiers of light
Oh my Africa!
The outcome of strength and perseverance
Through which sacrifice was made
When our brothers walked barefooted
For our race to be educated.
To know the difference between colors
And character beyond class.
We are the symbol of ruggedness
Heritage of toughness
Wherever we sail to
In our complexion of love
We'd never forget our identity
So glaring, undeniable
Africa is our heritage.
Olawale Abdulsalam
