I met my lov’r on the day I was born; <br /> <br />I admir’d her splendid beautiful face; <br /> <br />she dress’d in expensive cosmetics <br /> <br />all over her gold’n body, and I said: <br /> <br /> O Africa, you’re beautiful to the brim; <br /> <br /> your illuminating night on my skin <br /> <br /> wickles like diamonds and gold, <br /> <br /> your eyes in the sky make my skin <br /> <br /> thick’r like savannah leath’r <br /> <br /> than the spring, winter and autumn of Europe. <br /> <br /> O African, you’re the true home of all creatures!<br /><br />Eche Ononukwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/africa-my-ancient-home/
