The Motherland

The Motherland

A toast to you,

My Motherland.

Red, gold, green and black.

Filled with so much pride.

Like the vains that run through me,

I live and breathe the motherland.

A toast to the struggles.

The determination. We are all fighters.

Why shouldn’t I be proud?

I come from a place soo beautiful,

Soo unbelievably blessed.

So many times we were put to the test.

Yet and still I face ignorant people.

But that doesn’t bother me.

Cause I am a fruit of the motherland

The place where I was born and raised,

Damn how I miss those days.

Going to the beach almost every day,

Having no worries or cares.

That’s how the motherland blessed us.

So I toast to the motherland,

The place where it all started.

Where I will forever belong

A toast to Africa

May your name be great!