Oh Africa!
How are thy mighty fallen?
The giant of Africa laid bare her secrets and
Like the wise king uttered all her heart.
Left her door ajar to all and sundry;
Little did she know that not all who called her friend
Were coming with good hearts.
Raped was she by strangers with frozen faces,
Left to die but not forgotten.
All who love her sing songs to eulogize her.
Her past glory can be awakened by sons and daughters Who throng round about her.
Africa my Africa, the giant of Africa,
Shall we sing heroic songs again?
How are thy mighty fallen?
The giant of Africa laid bare her secrets and
Like the wise king uttered all her heart.
Left her door ajar to all and sundry;
Little did she know that not all who called her friend
Were coming with good hearts.
Raped was she by strangers with frozen faces,
Left to die but not forgotten.
All who love her sing songs to eulogize her.
Her past glory can be awakened by sons and daughters Who throng round about her.
Africa my Africa, the giant of Africa,
Shall we sing heroic songs again?
By Uduak Otongaran aka Cocosista.
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