I am Africa
whirling in a cycle
of lost generations
I am the failure
in joining hands to brains
But the feet still carry on
eager in the strength of the land
I am magical
I am divine
I am rich
but yet slave to my own ignorance
I am the mother
to a people defeated by their own egoism
I am Africa
the strength of the land
PS ever since I came across this, it's been one of my favourites and today I've decided to share it with the rest of you.
The soil gives room for every tree to grow. Some trees will bear fruit and create names by their fruits. It’s what you do that shapes your being.The tragedy in life is not that we will die, but to die while still living.
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