When I say, “I’m an African”
I talk not of the pigment of my skin
Rather, the pigment of my heart
Coloured with copper skies

When I say, “I’m an African”
I talk not of strange beliefs
Rather, the common belief
That natural beauty still lives

When I say, “I’m an African”
I talk not of wild creature
Rather, majestic giants and fellow beings
That share their land with me

When I say, “I’m an African”
I talk not of rural living
Rather, living simply and accepting what nature gives me
Because that is all I need

When I say, “I’m an African”
I talk not of outside influences
Rather, inside influences
Because I say
“I’m an African”