African Pride

African Pride Our people are not a folk who bow down their heads, Hide their hands in between their laps, Or turn their backs to their foes in the day of battle We must in this light rise up and fight against The misfortunes of Africa Since the ancient times We all lived in peace, harmony and in unity We drunk from the same calabash and Ate from the same china We thus enjoyed the rich bounty of the Almighty Until the old diabolical serpent came in with his deceptive, Cunning counterfeit medicines and Trouble became our lot Our fathers have long sought for a lasting cure to this canker, A solution to the ills of corruption, acrimony and animosity Bedeviling this African continent. A philosopher once says of Africans that Our people do not think with their feet but With their heads We do not walk with our heads but With our feet The earth we all know belongs to the Almighty And He sits mightily upon the rivers May we then bathe away the uncleanness of our hands, Purify our polluted hearts that we May reap the Most High’s special blessings That we may see the true beauty of the hibiscus We have within our vicinity and inhale The genuine scent of the African perfume… The pride of Africa....