Feel me talk proud
Hear me talk loud
Of Africa, the black land
The Sahel and the sand

Among swarthy men
The rythm and rumba
The samba and the conga
In the land of the oil den

My Africa is beloved
Of the setting sun
In the evening, tired
I loll and have fun

With the sea in my ear
The wind is in full gear
I am happy and smug
My ridges are all dug.

samuel nze

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-africa/