As An African Child
As an African child
I crawled on mama arm
Searching for an imaginary house
Which bear me with a fancy view
Of the coming clouds upon my head
As an African child
I jumbed many times for seeing the clown
Who laugh and cry
Making jokes
Acts an excellent spy
With many children in their bed
As an African child
I saw the bitterness on mama face
And tried to chase
Her shadow before her cheek is wet
As an African child
I drew my plan on the clay pot
I insisted to fly
Asking my sun to let
The charming of justice light
And asking the darkness to rest