Africa My Fatherland.
OH AFRICA MY FATHERLAND!
Like a big whale flown to the shore,
Everyone cuts the meat and leave the carcass to rot.
Its smell diffuses and causes illness for others.
Importing everything, never ready to appreciate the fertile soil.
Oh Africa! Having but always in want.
When your bones are weary,
When confusion rises in your head,
You kill your fellow Africans for your fall as a bad workman quarrels with his tools.
Your kindred troop everywhere, home’s no more homely.
Living in illusion, vultures peck you.
With such “Okpolo” eyes, you claim to know.
Your plans and re plans are unending.
Always a giant in your dreams.
The Gargantuans among you put on “ big Agbada” but not covering shame.
Yes, they put on “Agbada” on top of coats as copycats they are.
You imitate the West till you forget your name.
You tell the history of others till you forget your origin.
Your leaders do not bother to play away match, a modern indirect rule.
The hospitals within are for the poor masses.
Your learning centers are falling “yaga yaga”, educated illiterates breed.
Who has bewitched you never to know when you’re falling?
Would you ever rise again?
Oh Africa!
Your children are escaping, thousands of them perish in the sea.
Millions of them sell their bodies for wealth.
Self made slaves!
Like a male dog, their fathers care not.
Father of too many, your children’s names are off your head.
Your pot is burning, burning “ yigi yigi yigi”
Your children cry for the blazing sun, while you sit on the “agara” like an old Pa.
Your pot is burning, but why would you worry?
Your food has been cooked in another pot.
Oh Africa!
How long would you hide the bread of the children?
Oh! Fatherland.