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We are Africa


I can show you a circular rainbow at the Victoria falls,
The copper belt houses the largest open mines
I not only have minerals, but glorious flora- the largest mushroom in the world.

I am Zambia


I am the home of Africa's highs and lows.
The tall and might mount Kilimanjaro and the deep and dark lake Tanganyika
Two parts of a united whole, I house the most hospitable people.

I am Tanzania


I am the land of a thousand hills
The green and beautiful scenery, Home to a unified people
Like a phoenix it rose from the ashes, replaced darkness with light

I am Rwanda


I am one of the few lands that kept its sovereignty against all  odds.
The stress relieving beverage, Coffee, was born in my highlands
Home to the oldest human fossil, I am the cradle of humanity

I am Ethiopia


I am the land that links up the two sources of life into more life
The White and the Blue Nile
Home to the oldest pyramids, I boast great history and an even greater culture

I am Sudan


I am the most populous of Africa
The richest, proudest and most optimistic people call me home
I have even topped the film industry thanks to Nolly wood,

I am Nigeria

 WE ARE AFRICA

PS: This is a poem I wrote with the help of the African Students at MIT class of 2021. It was part of a multi-layered performance during the MIT African Student Association cultural night that was held in November last year.
 

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