This is a land of lands where dreams are planted in the longing eyes of a child. Lives are redefined for societal upliftment, children build castles on the seashore and watch the passage of tradition and culture from the custodians to the younger ones. We speak of those tales under the moonlight, grace the festivities hopping in around villages. Boys stay uphills to tell girls tale of prestige, Girls gather in the stream to sing and dance. When boys come, they run here and there madly to cover their innocent nakedness We watch the elders chew kola nuts under the setting of the old rugged sun. Children remember the farmland like their palm, the dreadful thunder, they chase with a curse. Hopeful land AFRICA is a land of expression. We sweep clean our hearts with love. Our skin colours are our proud name, no full flame, next fall, next rise joyfully, With love and n...
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