By: Aaron P. Mansaray
Let’s build our sweet home.
It’s all what we own.
A place of natural rivers, lakes and coast.
Which is known as the first human home.
Where everyone toils to have something to show.
You came down from Asia, America and Europe.
You enjoy Africa and even dig the holes.
No it is not a shit hole.
No No it’s not an open hole.
But my real home.
Renegades that neglected thy home.
Stay abroad alone.
You naturalize and claim a home.
Who will man the land and the gold?
As your mother land lies tattered under rouges.
Think and consider you’re in cold.
Think and come back home.
Think and build the coast.
Let’s build our sweet home.
It’s all what we own.
Open your eyes and see.
Through the hills and valleys.
The images and beauties.
Of which you can imagine.
The tall Iroko trees.
Ancestral values and cotton trees.
The god Ogun and the goddess Annie.
For those who live under your auspices.
Enjoy free atmosphere and natural breeze.
Thy pointed nose, sweet pink lips.
I embrace you with kisses.
Because you are the birth of kings.
The queen of humanity lies in ruin.
Oh Africa your origin.
Can your glittering beauty remain a vanity?
Can your able sons and daughters remain under service?
Can the iron ore, precious stones and gold remain a vanity?
Oh sons and daughters of thee.
Open your eyes and see.
Let’s build our sweet home.
It’s all what we own.
Oh beautiful black diamond scenes with ocean.
Your black and curvy bottom.
Moves with real motion.
I feel your touch and your attraction.
As you always stand on the top.
You are loved by men of vision.
Even foreigners run you on mission.
For your children keep you abandon.
Let’s awaken the spirit of the ancestors.
Let’s give praise to Ngewor.
And make sacrifices to Glapor.
As a mother loves her sons.
So, Africa loves you all.
For there is no bush in the world.
To throw away rotten sons.
Do we need to hustle around the world?
Do we need to ask for more?
Do we need to beg to make ourselves a fun?
No, because all is yours.
And you have all what it takes to feed the world.
Sit down and think together.
Come let’s baptized in the manor river.
Come let’s drink from the spring of Levumah.
