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FOR AFRICA WE CREED

For Africa of tomorrow, we creed,
for the love of our father's land we
must fight a fight worthy of praise.
We have learned to mask the sun,
we have learned to cover the sky
for our creed to be heard by all and all.
For Africa of tomorrow, we must not cry again,
For Mandela shall come again for free.
Our cries shall not again break the dawn,
for the whispering of cricket is heard far and wide
so shall our laughter silence sorrows.
New era has come with a palm wine of smiles,
Streaming the fate of every African to goodness.
For the love of Africa, we shall sing again,
plant trees of faithfulness and understanding.
We are born with tradition and culture,
we have pregnant lands waiting for tomorrow,
and we must handle every tide that brings
memories into the bosom of our breastful heart.
And history of agonies must not go back
with the loneliness in our mouths.
For the brightness of our surrounding is hope,
the black race of our minds is the world.
For the good of Africa, we all shall arise
float in the sky and rise Africa above all.
For in Africa our Bread shall come again.
For the love of Africa, we shall stand.





John Chizoba Vincent is a prolific poet, writer, and cinematographer. He has written several books which include Hard Times.




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