Around the globe, there is
No place, that sweets my soul
Like my home, Africa
If you doubt, come find out…
Free like birds, up the trees
Monkey swings, swift and free
Black and white, Zebras tease
Blue is to, skies and seas,
Healthy fruits, freshest breeze
Calm and warmth, more of peace
Honeybees; never lie,
Sweet fragrance, scenting nice
If I die, bury me
In my home, Africa.
I really love this
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Thank you so much.
Can I know more, why you love this ?
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The first and last verses link well. I also love Africa, you can see from my posts that I always remember my roots whenever I have something to write about. Maybe we could work on the lexis to beautify it a little more, but the thought is great.
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Wow… Thank you.
Like it is said; he who knows where he is coming from (his roots) never get lost finding where he is going to.
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True…you should read my poems Great Iroko, Iku Oku and Shadows of a Marching Soldier. Some others too are explicitly Nigerian. Or African in some cases
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Then also Becoming Ememe…
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Lol
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What’s “Ememe”
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Rites of Passage…
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An Igbo man will always remember a quote or two before the words form in his mouth
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Hehehehe… Well, I am Nigerian. Lol not Igbo but Ika (The many tribes in Nigeria are Nigeria’s problems most times, when it comes to identify yourself)
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Then, for working on the lexis to beautify it more, I am open for such. Thank you
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I love your love of your birthplace, and this piece is so fresh!! :)
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Wow! You are making my 2018
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My pleasure, Vinz! :)
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Cheers Newton
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Beautiful.
Gave me goosebumps.
Really.
Almost relatable
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Hehehehe
Thank you.
I am grateful
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