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Africa is in me
By Tolu Akinyemi

Fill the sea with precious stones
Make it all mine to own
Rip Europe into two folds
bestow me a fold and a throne of gold
Promise me fame, with all lips on my name
I will not trade my skin, not for a day.

On the shores of this seas;
On the land of the southern sphere
I stand proud; Africa’s stalwart,
I soar high like a sea eagle
High above the sea's wrinkles

I’ve run on the streets;
An African child,
Amidst rows of sun-burnt mud huts
A thin strip about my loins.
I have played with loamy soil
Building domes without a scaffold.

I have fought in a thousand wars
fearlessly, with the strength
Of a Masai warrior.
My black skin glowing with the heat
A heavy spear in my proud fist.

I have combed the tropical bush
Welcoming romantic danger
In the eyes of a leopard.
I’ve greased the bumpy trunks
Of the mighty Iroko tree,
With the fat of the hide
Of the leopard I skinned

I have watched magical moonlight
hiding and seeking on my skin
I have bathed in enchanting sunset
As the end of the ageless Nile
Kisses the gold-tapered sky.

I have toiled this fruitful soil,
With the edge of my heirloom plow.
I have watched juicy maize shoots,
Springing from my mound,
Filling my soul with hope.
And I have eaten hope,
From the seeds that I sowed.

Africa is in me
I’m a trueborn to the skin.
Would curse that day I was born,
Were it on some other shore.

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