This poem is inspired by me being an African child and my day-to-day live on the African soil mastering the terrain.

Its a poem with lots and lots of passion and exorbitant praise for the African child. In this short poem, we see how the typical African child even though not rich, struggles to make his impact on earth and thereby living his footprints.


1. One

Oh! child of Black skin
Born under the scorching African sun
And since the day you were conceived
Your troubles too were convened

Blessed with a mother-gold
And not a spoon of gold
She cloth, fed and pamper you
So you can be her everlasting muse

You hoe, you weed, you plant
In all a bit to feed your mouth
And thus to make us proud.

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