The Joys of Mother Africa
Mother Africa, beloved mother How glorious in bloom you lie, Beaming in the early morning dew. Silent, peaceful, enduring, content. Though some have named you dark, Ever brightly your dark skin glows! To others exotic, distant, remote. Yet to us, there is no place more home Many have called you wild and untamed. Yet none is more accommodating. Quietly you birthed and nurtured a humanity That turns round to call you ‘discovered’. Ever your charm, grandeur and enigma. Are these the joys of your motherhood? Have You Read: Village Boy Impressions - Topsy-turvy? From the chalky desert of Egypt, so ancient, To the frozen peak of Kilimanjaro, so majestic. From the simmering Nyiragongo, so feisty, To the Devil’s pool of stupendous Victoria Rightly did the enchanted Livingstone speak; You "must have been gazed upon by angels in their f...