A Tribute To The Motherland
I see Egypt in her eyes and Sudan in her skin
I see Somalia in her face and Zimbabwe in her waist
I see the Congo in her thighs and Ghana in her hips
I see Senegal in her hair and Nigeria in her lips
I see Rwanda in her walk and Kenya in her dance
I see Uganda in her grace and Liberia in her smile
I see Sierra Leone in her will and Mali in her poise
I see Africa in her heart. Her longing for the shores of the motherland will always remain. So at times if it seems as if she appears out of place its because she is. Her heart lives there.
I see Somalia in her face and Zimbabwe in her waist
I see the Congo in her thighs and Ghana in her hips
I see Senegal in her hair and Nigeria in her lips
I see Rwanda in her walk and Kenya in her dance
I see Uganda in her grace and Liberia in her smile
I see Sierra Leone in her will and Mali in her poise
I see Africa in her heart. Her longing for the shores of the motherland will always remain. So at times if it seems as if she appears out of place its because she is. Her heart lives there.