‘I am an African Child’

I am an African child
Born on the fertile soil of Africa
Skin rich in minerals
Raised by a mother who never allowed me to feel sorry for myself

I am an African child
Deeply rooted in the African dream
Bright and thoughtful
A treasure characterized by witnesses of many clouds

I am an African child
Though I am black and beautiful
I refuse to be judged by my skin color
Gift me a book and I’ll tell the name of those hidden stars in the sky

I am an African child
It’s obvious they hate me for no reasons
But I am made of the moon
And shine bright like a diamond

I am an African child
Representing tears and blood
Sorrows and unending pains
But I am optimistic about tomorrow

I am an African child
Excited to be a citizen of Africa
But fake smiles knocking on my door
Cause my leaders paint my dreams with cookpot and charcoal

I am an African child
Not ordinary but a charming vessel
Teach me discipline day and night
And avoid hiding my faults

I am an African child
Clothed with beaded accessories
Fetched water from rivers and streams
For my culture is my heritage

I am an African child
Not an American or European
Teach me to stay black and not white
Cause there’s no continent I feel more African than Africa

I am an African child
A child whose father dances Africanly at the village square
Flutes and drums are played during festival

I am one of the sons and daughters of my fatherland

Scripted By: Edwin Olu Bestman