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 ...