Africa my father land
The virgin land and my super warrior
That fed hungry men and women
The Ocean that cured leprosy
You are my hero and fortress
A ray of sunshine
Africa you do not have sibling
You do not have equal
You hospitalized men
That castrated you
You healed wound
That infected you
O! My father land
You killed lion with your bare hands
You took yourself from,
Sacrificial lamp to a high priest
From certitude to freedom
From economic exploitation to economic exaltation
You broke the York of serfdom
And paved the way for my freedom
The sweat on your forehead
Is the water that quenches my thirst
The blood you shed in the battlefield
Is the paint of my house
Your cry and agony
Is my lullaby
You are my land my path
Africa the spacious land that never gave you space
You sat hair-breath with your lovely enemies
That envied and persecuted you
The pain of your persecution
Never stopped your breakthrough
You are an ant that killed the elephant
The Iroko tree that survives after burning
You came out from the shackles of repression
To a quiet recession
You decided your fate against all odds
You took your destiny by your hands
You recognized your enemies and friends
Thank you my dear father
Your memory is a foot-print on a rocky soil
A rut on a sandy soil
O! Africa my super hero.
Proudly African!
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