Africa,
Of whom Diop sang in praise
When in foreign France far away
Where are the proud warriors whom he saw
When the traitors broke their laws
In cruel oppressions of our lands?

Africa,
Of whom Diop’s mother sang in praise
When the rivers were yet free
From the toxics and waste.

Africa oh Africa.
Now that we seem to know you
From the white man’s false perspective
With the white and black blood in our veins,
Rejected by the former and confused of the latter

Africa,
Of whom Diop sang in praise
Before corruption irrigates our leaders
In the west, north, east and south
Can we now thy name defend
As we bare shame in their land
In their first while we third?

Africa,
Of whom Diop sang in praise
Before these children prefers slavery
In rejection of our sin
And our leaders that are bad
The more slavery they impute.

Africa,
Of whom Diop sang in praise
How long will this back break?
Still humiliated in their world
As they prefer we be third
While our leaders kill and steal
And the children groan and die?

Africa oh Africa,
Was there ever a true voice
Of tree over where springing up anew?
With fruits bit by bit
Acquiring the bitter taste of liberty
While we Africa in their Africa.

macaulay akinbami

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