Africa, my Africa! I love my continent still!
Plagued by insurgency in the East, uprising in the North, terror in the West, rebellion in the south,
I love my Africa, still!
Africa, the land of my birth, but a continent I have grown weary of in my "wisdom years",
Was no haven in my tots, but to that I was oblivion,
For those years still remain memories to cherish,
I hiked to school without worry,
Wandered in my innocence without caution,
And hopped about playfully with the innocence known only by a child,
If I had to be anywhere by road, I longed for such thrill
To see places I could not frequent, looking through the windows delightfully
Those days,having a loved one afar meant no disaffection
You would long for such reunion
And in my case as it were
It was so much more fun than a child could have wished for
A three-day ride from Zaria in Kaduna
To the famous Iddo market in Lagos
Was a thrill compared to nothing
And all these have remained but a memory
A reminder of "the good old days"
All I do now is live with hope,
So held by a tiny thread
As I watch my homeland, and its African siblings torn apart by man's selfish, undying desires
Everything has gone so wrong in turns
Where is the Africa I once knew?
For its tranquil has eluded me
But I sigh in hope
Because I love my Africa still!
"Let there be peace in our hearts, peace in our homes, peace in our nation and the world…