ENCOMUM OF AFRICAN MOTHERHOOD AND RESILIENCE
ALL WHAT WE WENT THROUGH
All what we went through,
All what we faced,
All what we fought with,
All what we lost.
All what we quest for,
All what we cried for,
All what we departed for,
All what we lied for.
All what we needed,
All what we seek,
All what we buried,
All what we cherished.
Everything we exhausted,
Everything we failed to do,
Every past mistake and illusion we thought could be real.
Some say it’s a matter of time.
Time, we’ve been waiting for it for long.
Where could it be?
Where could it be facing?
Where could it have gone
That has not made it come?
Some superstitions,
Some illusions,
Some repercussions
That made us weary.
All what we went through
Was not a game,
Was not a joke,
Was neither food nor water
Like as if we enjoyed it.
All what we faced and passed through
Pushed us to the limit.
But with hope,
We moved hardly,
Little, little, and by little.
African pride
She our pride
With a dark radiant skin
A skin where beauty bide
She my African pride
Even if shackled shines
Turns pains to gains
A heart warmer than a furnace
Wilderness and tenderness
Soft on the inside
But not a weakness
In love she resides
She my African pride
Ferocious she’s a tigress
Loving so kindhearted
Nothing can bind
Her my African pride
This realization
Drives me to a conclusion
To praise without preclusion
Nothing matches my African women’s adoration
African pride
She our pride
With a dark radiant skin
A skin where beauty bide
She my African pride
Even if shackled shines
Turns pains to gains
A heart warmer than a furnace
Wilderness and tenderness
Soft on the inside
But not a weakness
In love she resides
She my African pride
Ferocious she’s a tigress
Loving so kindhearted
Nothing can bind
Her my African pride
This realization
Drives me to a conclusion
To praise without preclusion
Nothing matches my African women’s adoration
Mother Of Strength: An African Ode
Mother of Strength: An African Ode
With every dawn, African mothers rise,
Their strength a flame, that burns with gentle might.
Through trials and tests, they stand as one,
Their love a shield, that guards their children well.
In village markets, they weave and they sell,
Their entrepreneurial spirit, a story to tell.
With hands that nurture, and hearts that care,
They tend the garden, of life’s tender share.
Through societal norms, they navigate with ease,
Their resilience a beacon, in challenging seas.
They preserve our heritage, with every tale,
Passing down traditions, with love that prevails.
With ankara prints, they wrap their love around,
A vibrant expression, of motherhood profound.
Their beauty shines, like a sunrise bright,
Illuminating paths, through life’s darkest night.
With every step, a legacy unfolds,
A heritage of strength, that never grows old.
Their hearts beating strong, with a love so true,
A testament to African mothers, forever anew.
THE CELEBRATION OF AFRICAN MOTHERHOOD
THE CELEBRATION OF AFRICAN MOTHERHOOD
With hands that nurture, hearts that care,
You tend the future, with love to share.
Refrain: Mother Africa’s love shines bright,
Guiding her children, through day and night.
Your strength is rooted, in tradition deep,
A heritage of wisdom, your children keep.
Refrain: Mother Africa’s love shines bright,
Guiding her children, through day and night.
With every step, you pave the way,
For a brighter future, a new day.
Refrain: Mother Africa’s love shines bright,
Guiding her children, through day and night.
Your love is fierce, your heart is true,
A bond that’s unbreakable, forever new.
Refrain: Mother Africa’s love shines bright,
Guiding her children, through day and night.
In your arms, your children find their home,
A sense of belonging, a love that’s known.
Refrain: Mother Africa’s love shines bright,
Guiding her children, through day and night.
