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THE SOURCE   Hurray!! To the Sacred treasure with pleasure I called  Learning how to speak I called Maama before  Daada The source of salt, the unending pleasure without measure The hope of man,  d best of her kind,  Ding dong ding dong she rings in my mind Who m I without thee U, a blessed fruitful tree I praise the day thou bore me Every moment being blessed as I live  Woe!! to d slanderous man Hu forsake the origin of man; The cushion of life, the pacifier, The only door connecting me n God the Almighty the fortifier I love you Thy Land of my birth n the source of my worth I will always be part of this life long tree till death  ©️®️N. Eve

AFRICA Africa my land Africa my pride My land so full with diversity  Africa  The land that gave me my own black badge  Africa the land of prosperity the land of my ancestors A land filled with black pride that we as Africans are not ashamed  of Africa my land filled with green lands that are fortified with African pride A land filled with many places wherever in every corner people pride themselves with they African black badge A land filled with spirit of culture Africa the land of biodiversity Africa the land of my forefathers  Thutow Tsotetsi 💗Africa my land 💗

*THE ARTEFACTUAL NATURE* Rainbows and rainbows walk in from the desert to honour your principality; You descend on the down part of the tree where the melodious songs of birds split. A heart of the world that gives million breaths to humankind. Sea shares slinky shore shines your shrine, The moon bows to light up your subjects, Shining sunny in the daylight, While the stars glimmer their brightness at the Sundown. Jillion of beautiful creatures  have you as their refugees, My ears hear moo moa mow from the green pasture, Where the drop of stream never ceases to drop; That's the aegis and genesis of your artefactual nature. by: Est-sunflower.