The Motherlands

I am African no I wasn’t born there but my souls feels like it should be home in Africa my heart beats like a drum with Africa I am an African

Because she is the cradle of our birth

And nurtures an ancient wisdom

I am an African

Because she lives in the world’s shadow

And bursts with a radiant luminosity

I am an African

Because she is the land of tomorrow

And I recognise her gifts as sacred when Africa weeps for her children my eyes are filled with tears when Africa pays homage to her elders my head is bowed in respect when Africa mourns for her victims my eyes close for prayers when Africa celebrates my feet come alive and start dancing for I am African her brown eyes watching over the motherlands her people greet me as family teaching me the meaning of an African community I walk in her pathways and become part of footprints in history the beautiful wildness quenched my spirit beautiful Africa sparked the creation the first great nation We Africans

We, the migrants of opportunity

We, the leaders of the fair and free

Welcome us

For as we join as fragile friends

So we prosper in the end For as you gain so we have lost

And what we give once came with a cost the true migrants of opportunity we stand proud and free We Africans

We, the dancers of our freedoms

We, the voices of new seasons

Reunite us

For our culture is our rainbow put on display our genes are forever aligned in Africa’s DNA for my suffering left tears in the motherlands eyes the gold buried under the pyramids reflects our ancient golden history proud Africans we all our so celebrate with us as the past meets the present and history shall continue to be written African I am proud to say Africa is my motherland she is my grace ...