African Child Day

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.

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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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Ah! such a wonderful loyalty and love towards ones’ brethren! I loved the way you write! Keep writing!


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