The Heart of the Tropic voiced out
The giant of all typical black race
In this land, all are known as gods
The breathe of the mouth order fire


At the centre of Africa, a land in the forest belt
The land of Bamboo, at the heart of mother Africa
Come to see the pace of development in art work
As the thick forest of bamboo spread on vast tropical Africa


To the centre near the river of the goddess
She emerged from the heart of the soil
Beside a centre piece, the land of bamboo
A tourist attraction in the heart of the forest


Ever known for bravery and never a slave
The bamboo beat at the centre, a glaring sight
All forms of acrobats found their way to its gym
A welcome relief to all visitors is its Harbor


Oh, what an overlain of terraced gardens of grasses
With a topographical view so rare to imagine
To this end, an allotted garden to all greens
And I will pin down the glamour of nature seen here


An easten side of the harbor is the bamboo
To a vast coverage of land to the west bank
its coverage is a fort against all wildlings
Bamboos full strata to a wider coverage


With this bamboo, traditional songs on remix
A cultural show at the heart of the tropic
With dangling sound note made from bamboo
Is a common piece of wood, a flute invented


How glamorous to see centre peak
With self reliance and ever creative
The land filled with legends of craft works
Even the bamboo, is their vast natural resources



"Pray for the mother earth, o goddess" they chanted
"Let the bamboo never cease existing" they prayed
To the maker of books who know not your worth
Knowledge has always been before papyrus.


The Bamboo won't get fuddle on merry
He will wait to regrow and enlarge its capacity
The land that encroaches from afar will give space
To allow the feat of the bamboo festival stand.

© Sir Taitophil