Dear Africa, The land of my birth, where the rivers sing from my ancestors mouth, And the skies paint dreams with hues only you can claim— Let me speak to you, as a son speaks to a mother, Let me say what sits heavy in my other, For in your...



Dear Africa, The land of my birth, where the rivers sing from my ancestors mouth, And the skies paint dreams with hues only you can claim— Let me speak to you, as a son speaks to a mother, Let me say what sits heavy in my other, For in your...