Fansan Paul Adewale

He is a wonderful nigerian poet. He describes very well the feelings, pride to be an african and  his dream to see Africa a reference to the others nations. THE PRIDE TO BE AN AFRICAN

My Africa My Africa My Africa My Africa of which everybody imitates My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek My Africa of which everyone is jealous of My Africa My Africa My Africa My Africa of enormous natural endowment My Africa of Non-Violence My Africa of Amorous populates My Africa My Africa My Africa My Africa of patriot men and women My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality My Africa of great ancestral mythology My Africa My Africa My Africa My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds My Africa which is a gift to the whole world My Africa of great leadership My Africa My Africa My Africa My Africa of learned youths My Africa of a bright generation My Africa true tradition My Africa My Africa My Africa My Africa of black pageant women My Africa of strong men My Africa from who we all hail from For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in Existence.  ODE OF MOTHERHOOD Failure hunts us Confused and glazed Looking into vacancy As the sun struggle to peep out From the morning cloud So we struggle against our unseen failure Wouldn’t there be a time we too Throw caution into winds?  Duty for children seems like chains of slavery Prisoner of our own flesh and blood We sometimes feel lovely But with fake enthusiasm Motherhood as a sorrowful journey Motherhood as fighting a ghost In their whining whispers weeps Those teeth, those teeth, those teeth Teeth that suppose to be their pride are neglected There will be a time when The splendour of your beauty will showcase These roses that are neglected These roses that are discomforted These roses that are ugly The skill of her peculiar stone For you coloured love and erased hatred  All for the unworthy infants Was is a cowardice that you protected us But little did we see in nature that is ours Mothers even in death had no peace You made the world to be a grassier road Before her wandering feet Busy old fools giving shelters to the unholy ones Shine here to us and thou art everywhere We and the labouring world are passing by Like the pale water in their wintry race Leave and depend on those lonely face Like water enters a coconut without any knowledge So our mother watch us without father Father in the south with his working doctrine Mother at the north to lull us to sleep When day hides Mother stay awake When day breaks Mother stay awake I will rather come from a woman again Children crying on top of their voice Like wind whistling through the window.  Posted by Antonio Deodato