I’m born African In the sands of Kalahari, the jungles of Southern Africa In the wonders of Nyanga In the heat of Savanna I’m born African.
I bear the title of them born and raised In the sands that I build my own wealth. I hold the prestigious bones That were owned by men and women Who fought and died for my freedom To live in a world free of color and belief.
I live in the continent in Which I will die and my bones will be buried. But before I die I will make my name known in Africa And make my prayers attached to starving nations and children Who survive on less than I have. Whose hope is vanished and faith is absorbed By the ravenous heat of the equator. I will be my brother’s and sister’s keeper Here in Africa Because my parents gave me the African name Which I share with them And I will not leave it to lie dead in oblivion. Simply because I’m born in Africa. I’m the African Child.
Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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