My Africa, The Mother

My beautiful home,

Mother Africa, all she dreams of is true freedom.

From Cape to Cairo, she has been a mother to all.

From black, white, yellow and all the colours in between.

Although she isn't extravagant, she has enough for her children.

She isn't flashy but she sure is attractive,

So much so that she attracted an evil eye.

‘A railway connecting from Cape to Cairo', one had such ambitions,

They wanted to dominate my Africa and own her, forced her into multiple marriages through treaties.

They even stole from her.

From the Rand to her children.

She bore her strong sons and daughters.

Just like every mother she wished them...