Submitted By: Arukaino Umukoro

Fed by the succulent breasts of Queen Amina
Weaned on the meat of the antelopes in Kenya
Nurtured by the strong hands of Kunta Kinte.
I am a descendant of the tribe of ageless warriors.
Shaka Zulu, King Jaja , Mandela, I greet you.

My skin is as rich as Humus,
As priceless as the minerals on our lands.
I possess the strength of a wild zebra
Untamed by the whips of our colonial masters.

The blood of my ancestors flow in the rivers
Of the Congo, Zambezi, Nile and the Niger.
I traversed the labyrinth of our myths
To understand the diversities and meanings

And on the lofty heights of Kilimanjaro,
With the searching eyes of our chronicles,
I discovered the depths of my roots;
I am the proud son of Mother Africa.

© Arukaino Umukoro - April 2003