| (to africans in diaspora)
africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an ancient culture the culture of your timid tribes.
its your voice i hear africa your voice of the talking drums your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter the metal gong of your town crier
i have come to see your music dance i have heard of your ageless minstrels have i not heard of your swinging hips! i have heard enough and have come to watch wouldn't you dance for me africa
africa here i come africa would you not show me to your tribes the timid tribes of your sweetened tongues the varied tongues of your virtuous men
africa, black soul africa tell me about your gods your gods of the sky and of the mother earth your gods of the hills and of the rivers abound
show me to your kings africa your kings of the ancient dynasty the ancient dynasty of rusted spear and shield africa, here i come africa
Chime Hilary Uchenna |
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