Africa
I hear your song,
I feel your beat,
Ngiyakuthanda Africa
And you take me home…
Your wide open spaces,
Tseno metala legodimo,
Your rivers run strong
Your mountains stand proud.
Africa
I hear your song
I feel your beat
Ngiyakuthanda Africa
And you take me home…
The sun shines brightly on your copper field,
Your endless horizons set me free…
Your winds guide me to where the rain falls down
On the earth where you grow wild and unruly
Africa
I hear your song
I feel your beat
Ngiyakuthanda Africa
And you take me home…
Stunning... What a beautiful music that rises from your words... Africa... how she has called to people for centuries... her wonders and glory... we see these enchantments through your eyes, and know why they have journeyed to taste her wildness... Your mingling of English, Zulu, and Afrikaans breathes out a depth of her history... Ngiyabonga...
Simply beautiful. An Africa I rarely saw, but when I did... the memories are still vivid. A truly beautiful example of how a site such as this produces not just poetry or prose, but occassionaly true literature.
This poem is a wonderful tribute for the entire continent. It is filled with rich descriptions and it has a very organic feel which commands a deep degree of reverence for everything you speak of. I really liked how you incorporated words from another language into this poem. That really shows that you are connected to the subject matter you write about and takes the tribute to another level.
Coming from a land where the national pride is a facebook app, I must say this made me wish for a pride for a land I could call my own. The cradle of life of the dark Continent is beautifully written, thought, felt and exposed in your words. Something that has a far better effect for the world to see than U2 selling a song,
Stunning... What a beautiful music that rises from your words... Africa... how she has called to people for centuries... her wonders and glory... we see these enchantments through your eyes, and know why they have journeyed to taste her wildness... Your mingling of English, Zulu, and Afrikaans breathes out a depth of her history... Ngiyabonga...