An African

I am in a pair of shoes with a pair socks to match
In a T-shirt with inscription Sold out to Christ with a singlet underneath
I wear a pair of trousers on boxers
I am an African

I speak good English wanting to learn French
My mother tongue Ewe I speak in a song
I write with an ink and type with my fingers
I am an African

The songs I sing are all from within
To praise my maker in Jesus name
I read the bible and pray for understanding
I am an African

On wheels I move from place to place
In a can I can I go further to explore other weathers
Yet on my two feet I walk shorter to distances I can not imagine
I am an African

It is so hot; I need a cool off in an air conditioner
I eat boiled rice fried in oil
And a lot of sugar that makes me wonders
I am an African


Deep within I find who I am
Not things around that try to define
The type of person I am inside
Of true I would like the whole world to know
I am an African and a proud one of course