My land - Her culture
My tears -Her river
flowing beneath the storms,
Forming waves on her veins...
My body - Her mountain
My voice - Her anthem
The real stacatto voice like the echoes in the blue skies....

My Hair - Her forest
My skin colour - Her Soil
My people - Her Nation
My eyes - Her Beauty
Attracting the eye from inside to the outshell.
She's cutie always in duty
Like the magnet in the midst of coins..

Her eyes so evergreen like a tree leaf.
Her eyes as bright as morning Ray
Her beauty relaxes nerves of thee depressed minds.
Gives stars and moon a glow at night...
Her internal smile takes eyes extra-mile
Thee external bundle of Orè.

Her black skin communicate with my body - So Is her land and sky..
A woman with a lioness heart,
Accomodating different nations to become one..
My heart - Her soul
My wrists - Her Palm
My African pride
My African palm.....


@Kwenadi Thobejane
Collection of poetry