User talk:Olajide Paul Ataba

Africa
Oh Africa! My Mother land A place of resources; filled with milk and honey A beauty of nature from tender sight The land I belong and live Oh Africa!! A land blessed by God Himself Gold is what You are made of Your stones are thrown from the above with some style Crude oil is the boom that makes You proud Oh Africa!!!

Oh Africa! Why do You neglect Your pride Why are You silent in who You are? When You converse; You use the language of the West Your own children try to distance themselves, fashion themselves and talk like those from the West Your waves are filled with music; Fast beats, foul language and heavy metal from the West. Even the foods You eat; All processed and purchased from the West You turned traditional foods and ceremonies to joke You have forgotten who yYou are.

Oh Africa It's enough!!! You slept too long You've forgotten that You are meant to roar But now Your roar isn't strong It's not until You sleep away Your Glory Run away and take Your crown with You Look for Your true Soldiers For a day, You're made And a day; You'll return to where You belong Oh Africa!!! Olajide Paul Ataba (talk) 10:00, 17 April 2019 (UTC)