A Mother’s Love: Uniting Africa’s Children

In the tapestry of nations, diverse and vast,

A mother's love is a tie that will forever last.

My mother, not better than any other's embrace,

Speaks in tongues, a harmonious cultural grace.

Swahili, Luganda, Igbo, English's embrace,

Chinese whispers, languages interlace,

These threads of her power, diversity's kiss,

My mother is special, and unique in her bliss.

"My children," she says, with love in her eyes,

A mother to all, a profound surprise,

"How can this be," I asked in my youth,

"I thought you were mine, a simple truth."

"Little child," she responded with care,

"A mother's love is meant to be shared.

For a mother is more than blood and bone,

A life-giver, a fighter, seeds she's sown.

She keeps us in view, come joy or strife,

Shielding her children, the centre of life.

If I depart, and my children survive,

Their smiles shall brighten the world, and come alive.

I am the mother of children, continent-wide,

In me, they find strength, in me, they confide.

When I bleed, it's for Africans' plight,

In laughter, I celebrate their might.

When I rain, it's blessings I send,

In the kitchen, love's flavours blend.

I'm a mother, limitless, no boundaries in sight,

In my heart, you're my day and my night.

My sons and daughters, heed my decree,

I'm a mother to all, as you can see.

Speak in tongues, embrace black and white,

Walk, fly, and never lose sight.

Of the tears you shed, and the strength to repair,

For in unity and love, you're a power to bear.

A cloth for the naked, bread for the hungry,

A shared sorrow, a future that's sunny.

Solidarity, together you stand,

Chasing division away from your land.

I am a mother to all, my children of birth,

Learn from my love, unite the Earth.

In this competition, let Africa's voice ring clear,

A mother's love, her children hold dear.

For in her embrace, they find a home,

Not a war den, but a place to freely roam.