As An African Child

Upon hearing the crow of the cock,
I know the night has gone and the morning is here,
I wake up to a beautiful and sunny day,
Hoping for a brighter day,
I stand to my feet and thank my lord.

As an African child..
I fend for myself knowing food, water and clothes are not my right.
I walk the distance and fetch water from the stream,
I fetch a heavy bunch of wood,
I bathe myself and hunt what to eat.

As an a African child..
I know what is right and not,
I think so deep, unlike my privileged peers,
I walk under the hot blazing sun and hawk,
I cross the traffic in fear,
But what does the world care.

I hope for the future,
I hope for a brighter day,
I hope the world would start to care,
I innocently ponder what lies ahead.
For as an African child , i know i am blessed.



7 thoughts on “As An African Child” by deedeew (@deedeew)

  1. nice ending, it’s up to us too to start the change…

  2. this is really nice

  3. @deedew Go and play football, biko!
    Okocha did and left the squalor behind.

    In btw, I saw this and wondered:

    Upon hearing the crow of the cock,
    I know the night has gone and the morning is here

    Some cocks dey crow for middle of Night o!!!

    My people, I lie?

  4. Not all African children grew up in squalor na!

  5. @deedeew,nice writeup bro i also wrote something on the african child,i would really like it if you can read it

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