CAME FROM A FAIRYLAND
By David Nwafor
I came from a fairyland
where my skin was moulded with black diamonds,
when the Sahara sun kisses me,
I illuminate as the sun ray through the clouds.
Don't think I live in slump or in a dump,
I came out of Africa –
Gallery of nature,
With long rivers, with mettlesome men
ripping the lion apart.
I came,
From a land where faces are decorated with marks.
With dressing of akwete,
Weaved hairs and beads.
I came, not from dingy ancestors,
But land flowered with crops and fertile soil
With crystal moon-like women
Bedazzling in their homely bosoms.
I came from a land
With honey-made lingua franca;
I came from Africa,
Her blood flows in my veins.
By David Nwafor
I came from a fairyland
where my skin was moulded with black diamonds,
when the Sahara sun kisses me,
I illuminate as the sun ray through the clouds.
Don't think I live in slump or in a dump,
I came out of Africa –
Gallery of nature,
With long rivers, with mettlesome men
ripping the lion apart.
I came,
From a land where faces are decorated with marks.
With dressing of akwete,
Weaved hairs and beads.
I came, not from dingy ancestors,
But land flowered with crops and fertile soil
With crystal moon-like women
Bedazzling in their homely bosoms.
I came from a land
With honey-made lingua franca;
I came from Africa,
Her blood flows in my veins.
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