O god,that sun-baked continent killed us,
we burned between the hot sand and sky's clearness.
We met the desert nomads moving with camels,
they provided us water collected from the oasis.
They invited us in their beautiful tents,
where they covered their floors with colorful rugs and comfy cushions

After taking rest,we continued our journey,
horned vipers,scorpions,desert locusts gave us dangerous accompany.
We met the east African Masai people,
by wearing the beaded necklace provided by Masai women,I felt like angel.
Why these people distinguished as black and white,
their hearts were so bright.

I observed these people's poor health,
Malaria killing these villagers with poor wealth.
But rich was the Africa's grasslands,
tourists like us enjoyed the wildlife of savannas.
We went the central Africa's rainforest,
for food there people on hunting and wild they trust.

We reached the Kalahari desert,
soon my friend felt neck with discomfort.
Those were the people ready with arrows pointing on my friend's neck,
our bags of food they started to check.
Soon we became friends with the San people,
I started to vomiting as they given water in ostrich eggs as bottles.

We saw Tuareg people covered their faces with blue scarves,
these were the traders on camels who starves.
In the edge of the Sahara we met Dogon people,
their imitation of long legged birds in stilt dance was beautiful.
We spent nights in Africa with singing and dancing,
we slept with counting stars and finding constellations.

© Sumaiya