ODE- 'APHRIKE' BY AJAKAYE STRIDA.

The world is my oyster, I live for Africa,

North South running for West, making a well-earned nest,

Nothing without more ado, other towns love our crew,

In lucky bated breath… Nations long for her breath.

The world is my oyster, I live for Africa.

New brooms sweep clean, Africa my skin.

An Uriah Heep? Many foes we keep,

States may cross horn legs, my mothers lift legs,

New brooms sweep clean, Africa my skin.

Day bread of agege, oh my igbekere !

Tuwo of the North's dew, oh my Ofakwu !

Cape Verda shall eat chachupa, Zimbabwe will offer bichak chakalaka,

ariche of Morrocco making the stage of babute in Congo,

asida of North Africa,boerewors of South Africa.

day bread of agege, oh my igbekere !

Oh black Africa ! Hurray my sister.

my golden land, in her might breathes my stand,

to be the African joy, no change can destroy,

hills awaig her shine,greens know we make wine,

oh black Africa ! Hurray my sister.

Butters of sun will melt, may the picture of health

smile when heavens pour lights, may days praise our nights.

STRIDA comes again, happiness hold what gain?

Sandy boys are Africa, my snow is Africa,

butters of sun melt, we are the picture of health.

Little time, 

the strenuous underground construction 

will be built not by us 

but the foes of blacks.

Each time they sow the calabash, 

it gets stronger .

Steady remarkable progress

I prophesy, we accommodate and

we are seen all over the word. 

The lower part of a ram shakes 

but never leaves its body.

To be a well organized mind, 

death is but the next adventure.

Let me be plain as thunder,

and my words straight as die,

Africa is the zenith and pinnacle of my pride.

RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

STRIDA- Striking Ideas.

The bard praises the continent of Africa and wishes she grows better in growth and development.