You call her weak, tired, dirty Simply because of the colour of her skin You call her her rough, proud, arrogant Simply because you do not understand her being You laugh and point fingers You say she knows nothing But I am great, mighty,strong No, your ridicule cannot belittle me I am the Nile, the Niger The source of your water Yes I am the great Iroko The source of your fine timber I am big, bold and beautiful I am black and proud I am the essence I am Africa
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