Poetry

SAME SKIN, MANY COLOURS By Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

The land with onion of diverse toga

The land, the vulture, the home, the fertility

The country, the wealth, the nation, the penury

The man is mean, the means, the smiles

The multitude of tongues

The unity of the race

Come the federation, unite the Africa

 

Africa,

The sun that rises with single light,

But glows with many rays,

The mother of one,

Speaking with single mouth

Sounding with countless tongues

 

I remember the black tree planted

At the centre of the land

Growing with wide boughs across the earth

With its stems, sitting calmly

On the throne of roots

 

But,

If twice the death and twice the life

Twice my life, my soul

To soar in Africa.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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